Daddy tears are falling on me,
as I remember the thing we did,
what he taught me.
How he laughed and believed in me.
He never turned his back on me.
As my tears of joy and sorrow drip off my cheek, his tears gentle kiss my cheek.
Sitting here thinking of all he did,
I know he is looking down from the gates of heaven.
He left his wife and boys behind to be with his father.
But no one knew how much he meant to me.
I was not ready to let him go.
I was the task he left undone.
I know what he wants from me, and his wife does too.
A part of me feels like it my fault;
the other part is jealous, because I did not have enough time with him.
November 28, 2004
