Ever since the day that I’ve known about you,
I’ve always had the yearning to meet you too.
For years I’ve tried to locate you, my quest never ended,
But you remained elusive, our meeting not intended.
Some nights when my hopes start to taper,
I cry and cry, until sleep takes over.
I’ve heard tales of you from mom,
A great man, so why stay unwelcomed?
I often wonder, do you think of me?
Remember the two-year-old girl, as I used to be?
Thirteen years have passed, time mercilessly trolls,
I’m still your little girl, now fifteen years old.
My hopes of meeting you have morphed into a dream,
Calling you my dad, a longing extreme.
Visioning you longing to hold, daddy’s little girl,
My hopes and dreams in my mind they whirl.
The sole memory of you etched in my mind vivid,
Your picture in the Military suit, an image livid.
Yet they have snatched that away from me,
Making you just another sweet mystery.
People who know both you and me,
Often remark, “You’re like him, absolutely.”
Even mom acknowledges, not without glee,
That I’m your reflection, an image of thee.
As I grow into a woman, blossoming every day,
I wish you were here to see me fray.
See all my accomplishments, my falls, my rise,
All those missed moments, for which my heart cries.
Sometimes
