Daughters Who Love
And Are Loved In Return
Daughters who love their fathers,
Shouldn’t have to live without them.
Good dads should never
End up,
Face down,
In their yard,
With no one to notice,
For three hours.
With the October sun,
Shining down on,
Their fresh corpse.
Dead before he hit the ground,
On a day he,
Finally,
Felt,
Good.
Daughters who love their fathers,
Should never have to bury them.
Surrounded by strangers,
Who say,
“You should turn his love,
His body,
Now made ash,
Into a pretty,
Fucking,
Paperweight.”
Fathers who love their daughters,
Shouldn’t leave them.
At 30 years old,
Trying to be an adult,
In the face of,
Such,
Insurmountable,
Loss.
Daughters who love their fathers,
Shouldn’t be left with only music.
Only memories,
Of
Dancing,
Outside.
The sun never shines like it did.
The moon forgot how to reflect.
The sea has lost its salt,
Its mystery.
Its magic.
Maybe not for everyone,
But certainly,
For
Me.
Happy birthday, Daddy.
About the Creator
Paige Graffunder
Paige is a published author and a cannabis industry professional in Seattle. She is also a contributor to several local publications around the city, focused on interpersonal interactions, poetry, and social commentary.
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