from the very beginning– you’ve shown me
the steadfast path– gardens and greenery,
selling strawberries by the side of the road
i looked to you for all things– the
even, steady hand willfully moving forward
a shining example of what i could become
always taking careful time with me– your
pride in my accomplishments shining through
your sparkling eyes and gentle nod.
the day i left you– packed my life into a
little red car and turned away from childhood–
my heart began to rip– before it realized
it could stretch– across the thousands
of miles of space i placed between us–
across the worlds of difference between me and you.
each twisted turn i’ve taken along this path
you have constantly been behind me– an enduring
source of encouragement and support– unquestioned.
as time continues– my children grow– your
children grown, so too does the love that has
always been unconditionally granted–
you will always be my dad– and i’m forever
your little girl. no measure of distance
or time can alter the fabric of our family.
2 thoughts on “the fabric of our family”
that’s really nice, Mandy. aside from the wonderful content, there’s also a sense of quiet which pervades and I really respond to that!
thank you so much, Gary. my childhood very much had a sense of quiet– most of which i believe was created and nurtured by my dad, so i’m glad that comes through.