I Was a Father Once

I was a Father once,
I had a daughter.

I forget what she liked to eat,
whether she liked horses,
or if she was afraid of the dark.

I forget what her laugh sounded like,
her favorite color,
or if she liked to be sang to when tucked into her bed for the night.

But I remember what it felt like to be her Father,
and I remember that I loved her.

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2 responses to “I Was a Father Once

  1. Beautiful and heart-wrenching. You always leave me thinking with your poems.

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