Daddy,

there's a time a place

when I see your face

 and I remember all the times

I sneered or laughed

for all that you'd done wrong

A childish thing, a silly thing,

A thing I can not recall

Then that moment,

I was still a child

when your heart, it failed to beat.

I miss you still

the morning that was my wedding day

the day that she was born

my heart was ragged at those moments

ripped, bleeding,  torn

to say I miss you

my father,

would be  too simple a word

for in those times when I think you're here

I can not breathe or sing or sleep

and

In the quiet times

when my heart still aches and trills

there are those moments

the quiet ones, where crickets chirp

and babies burp

or when my darling daughter laughs 

that I forget that you have gone

my heart starts racing

then starts aching

when I remember that I'm wrong.