When I see my friends with their fathers near,
Warm hugs and smiles bring both joy and tear.
Their fathers waiting at the door—
Awakens in me a silent, aching sore.
I walk away with a steady face,
But deep inside, I miss your grace.
Your voice, your laugh, your gentle care,
The peace I felt just knowing you were there.
If time could pause or bend its line,
I’d ask for one more moment—just one time.
To hold your hands, to hear you say,
That I’m still your little girl today.
A fleeting breath, a final glance,
To take the words I missed my chance—
To say before you had to go:
I love you, Papa, more than you’ll ever know.
Blessmesai 