Yes, I miss him
I miss the comfort of him....
those massive arms that held me
and made me feel safe and secure
no matter how tumultuous life was.
Yes, I miss him
I miss the strength of him...
the powerful words that molded me,
giving me confidence, and the belief
that I could overcome all odds.
Yes, I miss him
I miss the humor of him...
the devilish grin on his handsome face
that turned so many heads
and brought so much laughter.
Yes, I miss him
I miss the faith of him...
the inner power he possessed,
all his bravery, his triumphs, his courage
always filling me with so much pride.
Yes, I miss him
I miss the love of him...
that made me lift my head up high
determined that I could be as strong,
as powerful, as confident, as triumphant.
Yes, I miss him....
In 1994 I got one of those phone calls that you dread.
"It's your father, he's had a stroke."
I thought perhaps he may die, and I rushed home.
My Daddy didn't physically die that day.
Partially paralyzed, left with almost no speech,
only part of him died. Part of his spirit.
Since that day, I have never had more then simple
conversations with him as he struggles to communicate
with garbled baby talk, and limited motions.
Parts of him are gone forever.
I miss you, Daddy, but I know...
you're still here.
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