Dear dad, I never got to tell you
what you really meant to me.
I wanted to be your little girl
and sit upon your knee
to hug and kiss you
I never got to do
as you were unemotional
and I was scared of you.
I didn't really know you
although I wanted to
I know you loved me dad
and I loved you.
The day will come when we
will meet again
and I will sit upon your lap
and you will be my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked this bittersweet little poem. Narrator voice echoing a little girl longing. -chuck