Sometimes I feel that no one understands me and I don't understand anyone except you. I crave a hug, a hold so tight and sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be as steady. I need you daddy and I know you need me. Tears stream down, they're born in my heart and they are so fluid, graceful in their movement and so painful for my soul. It's been so long and I miss you, but I try not to say anything except when I have to protect you.
I now realize what they mean when they talk about child being the father of man. I need you and I know you need me too. I'm twenty and three now and I don't remember spending or sharing a lot of my life with the man that made me who I am and who I'll ever be.
I know we can always talk, chat but I want to be with you. I've always been daddy's girl. I've always been your kid...always will be.
I look back in time and I remember so clear the day you walked me to school, my tiny hand in yours...making me feel so safe and unlike other children, I never cried one drop of tears because I had my daddy with me and that is all the support I'll ever need. I remember you teaching me how to cook... how to tie my shoe laces... and I remember coloring in my book when I was little and woke up early... too early for any sane person to understand, but you always had a patient hand and took me to my little table and watched me as I colored. And I remember... that book had nothing but monkeys and peanuts. Do you remember that too?
These things... small but beautiful memories help me stay nourished and whenever my soul is parched, I look at these happy memories and feel myself soaked in their warmth and honesty.
I now realize what they mean when they talk about child being the father of man. I need you and I know you need me too. I'm twenty and three now and I don't remember spending or sharing a lot of my life with the man that made me who I am and who I'll ever be.
I know we can always talk, chat but I want to be with you. I've always been daddy's girl. I've always been your kid...always will be.
I look back in time and I remember so clear the day you walked me to school, my tiny hand in yours...making me feel so safe and unlike other children, I never cried one drop of tears because I had my daddy with me and that is all the support I'll ever need. I remember you teaching me how to cook... how to tie my shoe laces... and I remember coloring in my book when I was little and woke up early... too early for any sane person to understand, but you always had a patient hand and took me to my little table and watched me as I colored. And I remember... that book had nothing but monkeys and peanuts. Do you remember that too?
These things... small but beautiful memories help me stay nourished and whenever my soul is parched, I look at these happy memories and feel myself soaked in their warmth and honesty.
