Days

If someone could have told me

These would be the days we would have

If I could have known the precise number

The exact amount of time we would share

If this day would come and not catch me unaware

Still, it would not be enough 

And my heart would cry for one more

As a child, we see life as infinite

What is has always been and will always be

Life tries to take that illusion away quickly

So our heart rationalizes loss to others

And we will always be 

We spent days on top of days together

We made magic in the eyes of a child

We made playhouses out of sheets and blankets

We made tree houses and pancakes

We made paper airplanes and memories

You tended to my needs and wants

You tended to me when I was sick

You tended to my cuts, scrapes, and bruises

You tended to my heart when it was broken

You carried me when I sleeping

You carried me when I was hurt

You carried me in your arms

You carried me on your back

You carried me on your shoulders

You carried me always in your heart

You taught me reading and math

You taught me how to fish

You taught me how to drive

You taught me how to be brave

You showed me tricks

You showed me lessons

You showed me dangers

You showed me love

I called to you from the crib by your bed

I called to you from the room down the hall

I called you from my broken down car

I called you from my own apartments and homes

I called you and you answered

You stood with me as I took my first steps

You stood with me on my first day at school

You stood for endless photos at graduations 

You stood with me when I married

You were one of my life's constants

You were never too far away 

You were never too busy in an emergency 

You always did whatever you could do

And it was usually just enough

Today

Hurt clouds the mountain of joy we shared

Sorrow obscures the sunshine from our time

Pain stains the fabric of our life shared

Today

I have exhausted my supply of ‘one mores’

While, 

We will make no more magic

There is magic to be made 

From our treasure trove

Of “Abracadabra’s” and “Alakazam's”

While, 

We will make no more pancakes together 

Or paper airplanes, or memories

I still have my lifetime of memories 

To tend to me

To carry me

To teach me

To show me

To answer me

To stand with me

It seems all of life has lost its order

But, you taught me 

Days will come

Days will pass

Life goes on

I will find your hand

Within countless memories

And we will walk and talk

In the days to come

You will never cease to be ‘my Dad’

I will always be ‘your little girl’

© Ron Simpson, Jr.