Years passed, I repeated, I had no Dad.
Off and away; a free spirit living; Gone!
I, No longer the three year old left,
No longer Daddies girl, that clung.
I grew, matured, became a teen,
I thought deeper; silently inside.
Thirteen, ten years had passed,
The puzzle pieces slotted together.
This man, he had my face, my eyes,
My ways, my humour; he was me!
Juggled emotions, questions whirled,
For many a day following our meet.
Decades flashed by, I, a parent myself;
With a Son who adores the wandering man.
Today another year older, he sits,
Age and ailments stopped the travelling,
But not the free spirit of the man,
This man I call Dad, still far, but closer.