Independent

For an amazing wife, mother, and woman; Jen Newville

I’ve tried expressing my concerns, but you don’t ever learn.

That name calling shit really is for the birds.

I see you’re confused by what you heard.

How could you disrespect your own daughter?

You’re the worst; sorry excuse for a father.

Your own daughter doesn’t trust you, so you took it even farther.

She is proud of herself, and now you’re looking at the product.

Father is a title that you just haven’t earned.

So, forgive me for not caring about your feelings that I hurt.

There’s a name for people like you; call them lurks.

You are just another shameless jerk with no ambition to work.

You’re an alcoholic mess, and you made me go berserk.

Now, try to make another excuse for your hideous behavior.

Call your daughter a few more names, like you made her.

She’s a beautiful woman, and my life’s true savior.

She’s completely self-made, unlike the two failures that created her.

Now, she’s surrounded by love. Not the family that only hated her.

A Letter for Emily

Baby blue eyes, like the bluest skies.

I love to see them fill up with surprise.

Thank you for the ways that you have made me wise.

'Cause I love you in ways that only I can describe.

You're the only one who can calm my cries.

Every time I hear your voice it makes me smile inside.

I'm sorry when I yell and it makes you cry.

It's too easy to blame it on my stressful life.

It hurts me too, but it will be alright.

I'm always your Daddy at the end of the night.

I love you in ways only a father can write.

Whenever I am wrong, I will make it right.

I've waited all of my life to see a star this bright.

I've never been the same since you came into my life.

I will help you to succeed with all of my might.

It may seem a bit extreme, but you're the reason for my life.

In this life, a darkened tunnel, you are my only hope of light.

When we are together, it just feels so right.

You are my lone beautiful rose in this land of blight.

I love you in ways only a father can give light.

A Chloe Christmas

My first children's book. For my daughter, Chloe.

Chloe is very special girl, who lives in a magical world where every day is Christmas!

She gets toys, games, and movies to watch. Chloe sings Christmas carols and dances with her family a lot. 

 

Her stocking gets stuffed with candy, books, and presents. The best part of all is there’s no school lessons!

Chloe makes Christmas cookies with her grandma. After dinner, she wears her favorite Christmas pajamas. What wonderful times Chloe has, when every day is Christmas. Chloe just loves Grandma’s sweet kisses. 

 

What more can she get? She has everything she wishes. From little baby dolls, to some pretend food and dishes. The balls on the tree shimmer and glisten and Chloe’s sister, Emily, is a beautiful Christmas princess. 

 

Chloe really wants a cat, but her dad said she couldn’t have that. She can’t quite care for it on her own. Chloe might have to wait until she has her own home, and then she can let her cat roam. 

“Hmm,” Chloe thought, “Santa might have to just bring me a house.” She made her wish and went to bed, until she got a rude rouse. 

 

The clamor was loud; the floor shook with the construction. It sounded quite like a volcano eruption. “Santa! What are you doing, it’s very late!” Chloe exclaimed. “If you keep up the noise my father will be irate!” 

 

Good grief, she thought. Chloe didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t just tell Santa, “Shoooo!”. There’s no way she could put up with this every day! All she wanted for was the noise to go away. 

 

She took a look back on her past and she thought. How did this trouble come to be brought. Then she remembered laying awake one night, saying aloud, “I wish I may, I wish I might….” 

 

The stars that night shone brighter than bright, and Chloe remembered how she brought on this fright. It was a silly wish she made. Every day can’t be Christmas, because then it’d just get it the way! 

 

She looked to the sky and searched for her star; the one that could take her back home. She love this world, but it was too much for Chloe. She just wanted it all to be gone. 

 

“Chloe wake up! Chloe wake up!” Emily was shouting with glee. “Come on little girl, Santa left us gifts by the tree.” Could it be that this world that Chloe was in is nothing more than a dream? 

 

She opened her presents and laughed with her sister. Santa brought everything she’d wished for! Dolls, balls, games, and books. The girls shouted with glee, and with laughter they shook. Merry Christmas, my love, hope you like your book.