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
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