To My Girls

Where have you been, little ones? Stolen away so long ago. An aching heart and lonely life for an evil man today, searching the horizon and begging God for signs of your return. Will they ever come? Should I go to them? What will our future be? What did you do today? Did you think of me as I thought of you? When I look at the sad moon before I sleep and wonder. Do you see the same sights I see? Are you OK? The questions and sadness flows and never ends. Why? For many years I've blamed God. Are you angry at Him? I hope not. He's not the one who should be blamed, but I. Sundays are the worst ones for me to bear. Even today, years after you were taken from me, I cry. I'm crying now. Sunday family fun day no more. Just me. I miss my girls and care about you. It's OK if you don't care about me. I ask for nothing but your smiles and a hug, that would last an eternity. You haven't seen or heard from me, I feared the trouble it would cause. But, in your day, if you think of me, know that I think of you and cry to be near. Just a hug and a tear, together. With a laugh and forgiveness to spare, healing the past for us, today. How are you doing? Where have you been? What tears have you cried without me to make them go away? If you need me. If you need me to come. If you need me to help. If you need me to pray. If you need me to just go away. It's ok. I am here. I Love You. Daddy