On being ‘second daddy’

March 3, 2019 § Leave a comment

A friend recently called me her ‘second daddy’, as a way of describing the esteem she placed on the relationship. She added “he’s always shouting at me (to do her best).” The description stuck in my head, and today, triggered these lines below:

‘Second daddy,’ an honour perhaps
If I were looking for it
A placement of trust, an expectation attached
But what I wouldn’t give for the idea
In short order, to be dispatched
Far more agreeable I say, to be seen as just a dear friend
Then I’d be free to be flawed and occasionally
to make a fool of myself or to fail to measure up
You could even think less of me
But the less me could more honestly love you
And at times when you’re unsure
Of your own beauty and all that you can be
Then this friend, you can be sure
Will always see more in you


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