a good daughter does not delay
she goes to her dad every day
she sits by his side and holds his hand
she tells him stories he won’t understand
she sings to him
she hugs him too much
she tells him she loves him
and adores him with touch
Is a good daughter
also one who cannot
do all the things she knows she should do –
she tells herself why and forgives herself too
mostly, that is.
she finds the days slip by, in work, activity, living, and things that press
life, you know, and all of its mess
she promises herself today I will go
and then finds herself
oddly washing the floor
delaying the hard and the sight she can’t bear
the you that is you
hardly there
I am no poet, that is for certain, but this bit of words just came tumbling out of me- the not so good daughter, yesterday after a visit with my dad which was after I washed my floor harder than I normally would.
I told him I had a birthday and that it was a big one. I don’t know why that made me cry.
Sending love to Boss.
thanks Mung xoxoxo
Nance, this is so beautiful and I can feel the love you have for him in all your words. You have been a wonderful daughter and he would be so proud of your strength.
he loved you and would be so happy we are so close xx