Waiting
The night quietly sits in waiting
for the morning.
The same lonesome songs are
playing over and over.
Her glass on the table is no
longer filled with bubbles from hours ago.
It just catches her tears as
she thinks of you and how you're not there.
You used to hold her in your
arms and tell her "everything's all right"---
She believed in you then.
Remembers how you'd tuck her
safely into bed
After valiantly chasing away
all of the monsters that were hiding.
She has gotten used to tucking
herself in---
And going to bed without
you being around.
Still, she often thinks of you
before she finally closes her eyes at night.
So many years have passed but
your face still remains clear in her mind.
She keeps her pain bottled up
inside of her---
But sometimes a stray tear manages
to somehow escape.
She needs you now---
Oh, Daddy, where have you gone?