Dear Papa

January 18, 2018

Celebrating my second and seventeenth birthday, and those in between,

all I could think of was my pale green eyes meeting that of yours, aquamarine.

Father-daughter dances, full of stumbly shuffles, and my feet on yours

We chanted all the words to Fleetwood Mac and Van Morrison, galore.

Mama always exclaims about the freedom you had with me,

Sitting me on the countertop and feeding me, by the spoonful, whipped cream.

Or how we would take drives along the beach, with our tubs of mint chocolate chip ice cream,

The sugar just barely creeping into our bloodstream.

You were always there to protect me, for it was your duty of fatherhood.

Whenever I would pray to you, I feel like you heard me, you were the only one who truly understood.

Mama hasn’t met another, for you were her true love, her soul mate

I could see it in her sad eyes, she can’t take the separation.

Did you hear papa? I want to be a neuroscientist. If only I could go back in time and save you..

I’m learning lots! We could expunge that stage IV GBM! It would be a breakthrough!

Sixteen out of seventeen years alive is too much for a girl to bear without a papa’s bear hugs

Not quite as big as a bear, but I feel you near me when I see a flying ladybug.

From the heavens, your radiant love beams,

Adieu papa. I’ll meet you again, here, in my dreams.

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