For My Daughter

When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand
in your hand.

When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.

by David Ignatow

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Comments (12)

one of his weaker poems, rather cliché
A beautiful poem, such a lovely sentiment.
A loving father's wish to bless and guide his child as always - A lovely piece of poem.
Nice poem from a father to a beloved daughter. Did not like the ending though: until you join me in darkness and silence together. Morbid.
Light and sweet, and coveys his breadth of fatherly love.
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