"A Daughter's Plea to Daddy"
loving arms could not embrace you when you tenderly asked
while tears filled sad green eyes as you struggled to breathe and gasped
shielded by thick glass now; separated in lonely hospital room
as the death chant hovered above your weakened body predicting gloom.
memories replay of precious times playing piano and singing together
my childlike understanding was dimly clouded as stormy weather
reflecting upon our last moments for a hug and kiss request
for how was I to realize you'd soon be the Lord's special guest.
I wished I had that moment back when Daddy dear, I refused,
accept now my apology for then I was crying and confused
looking at your photograph in frame I pray you have forgiven me
for being so scared as you lay dying...but...I was only three.
*For Michael J. Falotico's Where's The Blame Contest.