Trophies

The trophies on my father’s walls

Their sizes range from large to small.

Some winged and with beaks

Some are furry and quite meek.

Others are large and very hairy

And some delicately pinned up like fairies.

The trophies on my father’s walls

They never fail to surprise all.

For my father adores them so much

That’s why I, could never touch.

For though they were high up in the sky

It only made me wish to fly.

The trophies on my father’s walls

They told stories of the great falls.

Of mighty creatures who yearned to live

To the weakest who had nothing to give.

My father was a hero ‘round the fire

And often tried to set me up for higher.

The trophies on my father’s walls

They always managed to enthrall.

Although my father was a hero to many

I wish I could follow, but I only envy.

I want to be just like the trophies

So that I can be praised above all these

About the Author

Emma Ditman is a sophomore Psychology major. She is currently interested in High School Counseling. She loves to write poetry anytime she can and spends a lot of time reading. She is hoping to one day publish a collection of poems.