Lyric Poem · Poems About Dad
Doorframe
You marked my height in pencil
on the doorframe every spring,
and I stretched up on tiptoe,
proud of the extra inch I'd bring.
I'm taller than the markings now,
but Dad, here's what is true:
however high the pencil climbs,
I'm still looking up to you.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“Doorframe” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/doorframe-pencil-marks
Keep reading
Driveway
The QuillOak Editors
Every visit ends the same:you in the driveway, hand raised,getting smaller in the mirror
8 lines · free verse
The Sound of Childhood
The QuillOak Editors
We groaned at every pun you made,we begged you, "Dad, please stop";you'd grin and double down, of course —
8 lines · lyric
Passenger-Side Wisdom
The QuillOak Editors
You never sat me down for talks.You took me driving —oil changes, parallel parking,
10 lines · free verse