Lost Years

My parent, my father, my splendid dad

I’m sorry we lost what we could have had

For eighteen years I thought you were distant

I never surmised what I was missing

I closed my heart, but open it I must

Give you a chance, and teach my heart to trust

Who my father is, and what you are

Close the wounds and heal the ugly scars

The door has opened, the chance is again

I want you as my father, also a friend

Is it childish to say I love you?

Is it childish to say I care?

Is it absurd to say if I need you

My dearest hope is that you would be there?

I will eternally be your daughter

We’re blood, and I will unceasingly be here

The miles between us, are nothing to fear

My heart is there with you, through laughter and tears

And always think of me, through the coming years.