A man copes with the loss of his daughter. |
Once a father had a daughter so fair With golden hair and a smile so rare They lived in a house by the sea Where the waves sang a gentle melody They played on the sand, built castles tall Watched the sunset, feeling so small The father loved his daughter so much Nothing could ever replace her touch But fate had other plans in store The daughter fell ill, leaving the father sore He prayed and prayed, but to no avail The daughter's condition only grew frail One day, she took her last breath Leaving the father with nothing but death He couldn't bear the thought of life without His daughter's love, his daughter's shout The father struggled with the loss All he wanted was to be the one to toss The ball to his daughter, hear her giggle But now all he heard was the waves' wriggle Days turned into weeks, weeks to months The father's heart grew heavy like a stone He tried to find solace in the sea But every wave reminded him of what could not be The father searched for answers in the sky But the stars refused to answer his why He looked at the moon, hoping for a sign But all he saw was his daughter's decline The father grew tired of the pain He wanted his daughter back again He decided to take a walk on the shore And find a way to reach his daughter once more As he walked, he heard a voice so clear Whispering in his ear, "I am always here" The father looked around, but saw no one He knew it was his daughter's voice, his loved one He closed his eyes and saw her face So full of light, so full of grace He felt her hand holding his tight And knew that everything would be alright The father opened his eyes, feeling renewed His daughter's love, so strong and true Had given him the strength to carry on To live a life where she would never be gone The father went back to the sea But this time, he saw it differently It was no longer a reminder of his loss But a reminder of the love he had and the love he must cross The father found peace in his heart Knowing his daughter would never depart For she lived on in his memories, his soul And in the sea, where she would forever roll. |