A daughter's plea

The sun rises another morning, And I kiss the moon goodbye. I think about the sweet times we had together, until you died. It's been three years now since I last held your hand. Losing you? It wasn't something I had ever planned. I wish you were still here-- still around. If only you saw me now, Maturing, and college-bound. I hope that you'd be proud. Not a day goes by "Daddy, please be proud" isn't whispered to the sky.