One Wish...

January 28, 2013
I see a child,
A little girl.
She’s holding her daddy’s hand
And I can do nothing but stare.
Last time I saw my daddy,
I was probably younger than her.
That’s not fair.
I just kept looking on
And I could feel the tears
In my eyes
Spring upon.
I started to hate this little girl
Because I never got to be her.
I never had that experience
Of being my daddy’s world.
No, I’ll never be,
For he willingly chose to leave me.
She is the definition of lucky-
I hope someday she knows this
For I would trade
My life for her’s
If I only had
But one wish…

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