A daughter.

I met love through my father. 

a morning kiss on my mother's forehead.

Roses and hugs with toys and candy. 

a prayer before bed. 

tough talks, harsh advice.

leading me through the tangles of life

he showed me he cared. 


I sensed loved through countless men 

but forgot the gentle part. 

forgot the 'us' part

equally forgot you before me and i before you. 

forgetting i love you for you, 

wishing to shape me into someone i couldnt or ever even dreamt to be. 

no, they werent like my father. 


so young, my mother was lucky. 

so young, I crave the love of my first love. 

a love so pure, with innocence

the type my father had showed me. 






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