It was almost time for her to sway
Away from me forever,
We had so much water under the bridge
As a father and as friend.
Will she ever know what I saw each
And everytime I looked at her growing up?
I saw a child whom I adored and sometimes
Could not let go of,
Grown now with a look of an angel and a Being
I could hardly believe sometimes came from Me!
I wonder if she will remember the times that were
So much ours alone, the spats and the coming together on sandy shores and bedtime tales
So when he came into view,
My heart broke in two
And I reeled in my disappointment
As any man would have disappointed me because it was she he was loving.
It was then that I saw clearly I was no longer the central man in her life, but just her loving father to be remembered I am sure fondly; A father she will eventually call and say,
‘Guess what dad.. your gonna be a Grandpa soon!’
In the church sitting in the front row I behind her and he beside her, was the moment she turned and gave me a look that I will always think of as ours.
And in that moment so fleeting I could barely even remember it until now as I process the photos of her and all the rest of us giving her back to her-Self; here I see her sweet mouth turn slightly up as her gaze seems a vision of sorrow and happiness looking straight at me and letting me know that nothing is forgotten. It is now, here in my sanctuary a few weeks after I flew back home that I could finally let her go.