Father?

Whenever did the waters change And the moonlight cease to be enticing And the cherry tree by the window Not blossom enough For you to have outspoken All the kind and genuine words I had known always to be Casually thrown about From the days when my fingers were little And the snow always touched your head first On a cold icy morning I could believe in you to keep the hearth warm Whenever did the waters change And the seasons wither by And the spells of rain cast In flowing rivers by For you to have forgotten That I am still your little girl Yet you remain no more the man Known to me as father Now it seems a bitter word Fleetingly touched by meaning While all that is left now Are your graying hair and constant unwillingness to Harbor even the slightest of change Are your days passing by too quickly For you to remember that I liked The way your words were capable Of inducing laughter filled chatter Perhaps I need blame the things I mustn’t have known And spun the wild lone threads of the story In plague like imagination For once I begin to see You through a looking glass Not tinted just tinged With often instances of hate and disbelief That lead me to concede To you having forgotten That I am still your little girl Yet you remain no more the man Known to me as father