This poem is a collaboration poem written by my daughter, Julie, and me. We both worked on it. In fact, she initially wrote the first part, as a poem to me. It is not renga because it meets none of the normal forms. It is simply two people writing a poem to each other and collaborating, so style and form are free. One could look on it as a duet, or father – daughter billets-doux (love, or sweet letters). Ardor means enthusiasm or passion. My portion is italicized.
Dewey and Dad
by Julie Barber and Bill Reynolds
You are my father, tried and true
And you my daughter through and through.
You know my heart, my feet and hands too.
Some even say I look like you.
From birth and to your life throughout,
I’ve been there for you, without a doubt.
There was a time when things were harder.
I hope I’ve grown and become much smarter.
If we could go back, I’d want you my daughter.
Together we’ve grown older with ardor.
My father, wiser by the day…. Always profound things to say.
Sharing our life keeps misery at bay.
I look to you when the answers are grey.
You say, “let nothing get in our way.”
You heart and your talent come into play,
Find peace therein, as you work away.
Go out and write and use your talents
It will give your life more sense and balance.
Your words are like clay, your pen is your pallet,
Your life is your muse, your mind is your mallet.
Get off your ass and do it already
The world is uncertain, and time is unsteady.
It’s your life to live, you should live it as heady,
Be happy my child, ‘tis all worth it, you’re ready.
The fact you’re so far away makes me sad
But I’m more than proud and grateful you’re my dad.
Forever you’ll be my daughter to me,
A lifetime of love, we certainly have.
My daughter, our love surpasses all distance
No oceans divide us, our minds unite us.
As we see one to the other, it will always be,
You rank above others swimming the sea.
Mind the gaps, family, love, friends, and the important things in life.
Look both ways, and all around.
Our Literary Journey 
What a ‘warm fuzzy’ that was! Just lovely! (we’ve got three daughters but they’ll get no poetry out of their father!) 🙂
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Thanks again, Carmen.
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love the poem (and that neat juxtaposition of lines), and the photo, which is utterly charming…
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Beautifully written by both of you! It seems there are two poets in your family! Your daughter is a very lucky young woman to have a father who writes poetry with her – I’m sure she will treasure this poem forever (There’s some great fatherly advice included) Adorable photo too!
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Thank you dear Sue.
calling us two poets,
’tis so kind of you.
There’s so much to it,
But you already knew it.
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Sweet stuff 🙂
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This is so beautiful!
Sent from my iPhone
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Thank you, Karen.
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Tender and warm throughout. It is beautiful. What a testimony to your relationship!
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Thank you.
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That’s a heart warming poem if ever there was one – a beautiful duet.
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Wow. Thank you for the kind words, Curtis. Julie started it.
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Thank you all. My father and I have always had a special relationship. I’m very lucky…..I realize it more as I grow and my relationship with my own son grows.
Thanks dad. I hope we can collaborate again.
😍😍😍
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My please, Dewey.
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You and your family are an inspiration. Stand proud sweet Julie.
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Thank you, Brenda.
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… tender, soul-stirring, simply adorable. Thanks.
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Thanks for reading, Selma. That was a few years ago.
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