Ishabelle's "My Father" is a short, tender poem about being loved by a parent. The speaker remembers her father giving her tulips simply because she was his baby. No other reason is needed. Being his child is enough to earn the gift.
The poem then shifts from giving flowers to making them. Her father painted flowers that were "so beautiful to see," and he named them "Tulips for Isha." That small detail matters. Isha sounds like an affectionate nickname, so the painting feels personal, made for her and carrying her name. The flowers become a way for him to say what he feels.
The speaker's feeling seems to be warmth and gratitude, along with pride in being so special to him. The mood is gentle and quiet. The language is plain and the lines are short, which suits a simple memory of care. The poem suggests that love can live in small, everyday gestures, and that it can last long after the flowers themselves.