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Michael, I loved this poem about living the opposites, love for your daughter, and the social behaviours... We live it and survive it all the same but I've not quite read it in such wholesome diction and tone before. imagery-check. originality-check. loved it- check!

Oh, my God I love it! So eloquently penned; so rich with emotion; heartbreaking and silmultaneously uplifting, all the while real and ponderous.10 +++ Incredible work! Caroline

Michae l, Yours sincere the frank relation to the daughter, simultaneously very painful and very finel... 10... Tsira

This is awesome! Love your poetry....... Roger.

beautiful poem..luv it.!

This is beautiful. You give her the gift of your awareness and understanding in such a compasionate way and this is the only gift she could have taken from you and used to complete herself and stand before you...as who she is and...who she is going to be. And you too have learned how to be the you that can be near her and follow her(dazed and amazed) into her future. And this is the trueness of your love in that you give her what she needs and wants and not just that blind selfish love that people foist upon each other and wonder why it comes back unused. This is the kind of love that can create more love to create more love to... love Donall Donall love Donall Donall

Filled with understanding for daughters whom you care so much when they 're babies, cute and vulnerable. Now that they are grown upw and wants freedom, all we can do is support them and give our advises as they soon leave to live their own. Quite sentimental but reality. Thanks sir for sharing.

I know what this means and it tears away at your very core, bringing tears and I still have the biggest part to come, my girls leaving home, I know that, that will hurt alot, but I also understand what you have written with such clarity Deeply touching piece here Michael, Thankyou for sharing your art Love duncan X

thats very touching uncle...a loving father's mind in words

I remeber this all too well I have two daughters. Whne they reached puberty I became a no go area which I found painful No hugs no kisses but time passed and they practiced their feminine wiles on me in safety. You brought this back painfully my friend playing on my hearts strinsg skilfully a quality a good poet exercises

M, so very evocative and insightful, told both from within the father's breast and the daughters. It rings so many bells... the last stanza reminded me of a time when my father looked at me, dressed to kill, and said, 'you look beautiful, darling. But you're NOT going out like that'. Thing is, I kind of agreed with him, and found it interesting that he voiced this fatherly opinion/judgment when on my turf, my flat. I hasten to add that 'going out' was to a work 'do' and it was a month ago. :) The wistfulness of loss mingled with the pride as a daughter comes into her own; the daughter's need for, dare I say it, a 'father figure' of comfort mingled with the desire to chew up and spit out to demonstrate (to herself) her female powers... perfectly penned, M. It reminds us of the unique father-daughter, daughter-father, bond (and the importance of the need to break it in order to recreate it by choice) . I simply love this piece. t x

Michael you are so easy to read and your poems make so much sense. This one took me back to a scene between my father and me (aged about 16) . I remember protesting that grownups 'know nothing' and his sarcastic reply: 'Sweetheart when know just a quarter of what you think you know, then you'll know something.' I remember feeling very small and very cross. It's good to know that it was probably just as difficult for him. love, Allie xxxxxxxxx

A Brilliant dipiction of both th' mercurial, and fragile dawning of a Woman soon to be....You always just seem to get it, & never forget it, Michael....Very insightfully & eloquently expressed... Frank