He holds a gentle yet firm grasp
Of the soul.
He teaches you how to grow
Up, and get old.
He teaches you how to work…
How to love…
How to do what is right;
Simply by the way he lives his life.
He is a shelter from the storm,
And your blanket during the winter cold.
His voice is both firm and soft
And his word is always his bond.
He teaches you how to shave.
And how you should behave.
He teaches you how to talk to girls.
And then, shows you how to conquer the world.
When I look in the mirror
I do not recognize the image I see.
The countenance is different than last I remembered it being;
And the face staring back at me seems empty
Of any meaning.
I can’t imagine not being there for it all.
I can’t imagine just being gone.
…to miss the pleasure of her joyful smiles
And her brimming laughter;
Or not being able to collect her
Tears when she falls.
And holding her hand
Teaching her to stand tall and be strong.
I just can’t imagine not being there for it all.
Not for a moment could I imagine her being lost from my sight.
Or not being able to say “I love you” every night.
I can’t imagine not seeing her grow up.
I can’t imagine her not being my little girl.
I can’t imagine my life without her.