A Story Of My Only Child Poem by Nick Kler

The moment we parted,14 years ago, me and my daughter, she was hardly 4 years old, in the back of my head I knew it is the end of our day to day life together and in this manifestation froze me, froze us.

Every child I see that age touches the moments I held my child. Every child's sparkle of the eye or lift of a laugh encircles me, warms me and blesses me with the sparkle and lift of my own daughter. When I see them, I see her. And I remember with deep gratitude, a gift that was mine but was never meant for me.

She is all grown up now and I see her once or twice a year. It still creates a void larger than before, slowly eating up my insides. I was never really that fond of children but she had changed all that.

Every dream I have of her, she is still 4, talking to me in those half broken words that I immensely enjoyed. Oh! How I crave to hear that 4 year old call me DADDY! again.