This poem is a tribute to my dad, who passed earlier this year, and to every other Daddy’s Little Girl who misses theirs.
“He wasn’t a hero, known to the world. But a hero he was, to his little girl.” – Rebecca D. Cook
Today would have been my dad’s 60th birthday. His sudden passing this year left me with a lingering heartache that is hard to soothe. I know he is healed now (which was my final wish for him, because he had a long journey of physical pain), so now it’s my turn to heal the pain I feel from this loss.
It will be a difficult journey for me, since I am Daddy’s Little Girl. But since I am Daddy’s Little Girl, I will be able to make it.
Like a hand print on my heart, my dad will always be with me. He helped me be who I am today, he supported what brought me joy, and he brought wisdom and courage, light and laughter to my life that will linger on in every breath I take.
I still hear his whispers and see the emanations of his love, maybe not with my two eyes, but with the eye of my heart.
If you’re a Daddy’s Little Girl, and your father is no longer here in physical form with you, may this poem mean something to you. I hope you always try to remember that he is with you in other ways, and that you’ll always be his little girl. That’s what I’m trying to remember, too.
I’ll Always Be Daddy’s Little Girl
I wake up earlier,
Thinking of you.
I close my eyes,
And I see you, too.
When you appear in my dreams,
I think you really come to see me.
Maybe it’s the easiest place to meet.
Sometimes you talk to me.
You send me thoughts–
This I know is true.
Because they didn’t come from me,
And they sound a lot like you.
Even when you don’t speak,
You’re in every waking breath–
Every smile and every step,
Still there through every tear.
You’re part of every thought,
Because you’re the love that pulses through me,
Which I know is not lost.
Your love is always here.
But I still feel lost sometimes,
And I don’t even remember the time.
I don’t even care to rhyme.
I don’t understand why.
The waves still knock me down.
It’s easy to think I’ve the waves,
And I forget I’m the ocean, too.
If that’s the case,
Which I really think it is,
Then you’re the ocean, too.
And that means I’m closer to you,
Closer than I think,
When I’m thinking this way.
I will try to remember this every day.
I need your wisdom every day.
I need your strength today.
I need to know you’re with me,
But I know I’ll have to look for you,
In another way.
I’ll need to see you with my heart instead,
To know you’re those thoughts,
That enter my head.
I’ll need to look with new eyes,
To know you’re the wind,
That blows the clouds across the sky.
You’re the peace I feel,
When I walk along the water.
You’re the love I feel at home.
You’re the hope I see,
In every newborn daughter.
You’re the quiet echoes of my soul.
You’re the joy in my heart,
And the smile on my face,
When I decide to leave the world a better place.
I’ll always keep trying to see you,
Because I think you’re trying to show me–
That there are a million ways to see you,
And to know that you love me.
May your presence stay with me always.
May I be a channel for your love.
Whenever I feel alone and lost,
Please send me inspiration from above.
No matter how much time passes,
I still need to feel the warmth of your hug.
So when I feel the weight of the world,
Like I sometimes do,
Please keep reminding me,
That I’m still your little girl.
I’ll do my best for you.
Please share any of your own thoughts, any healing insights, and experiences with me in the comments.
Share this poem with someone who may appreciate it.
Happy birthday, Dad.
Free botanical graphic by Angie Makes; lettering by Aim Happy.