I'll miss your big hands, the ones that held my own little fingers for an eternity that ended when I grew up. I remember you as the man who taught me why mom did all the cooking in the house when you fed me your fried rice. When I marry, I'll cook that dish for my husband till he learns to cook for me.
Father don't disappear.
I'll crave your voice, that sweet comfort that told me stories and made me laugh. You didn't have to love mom forever, but when did you stop loving me?
Father don't go.
I'll quote your words, your thoughts both silly and wise. The little girl from long ago remembers your smile. She outgrew herself, but she never outgrew you.
Father I'm lost.
I don't know how to end this. I don't know how to let go. I've given up blaming you for everything, but you've not forgiven me for breaking your heart. I want my own children someday, and I pray they never learn to hate me as much as I hated you.
Father I love you, if only you knew that.
But I don't think you do, so I'll hold you till you understand. I'm not turning my back to you now. It's not too late while you're here. This is a daughter professing her love for her daddy. We've lost enough.
