Dear Daughter, Poem by William McGehee

I hope some day you come to understand
Why I'm not always there to hold your hand.
And understand dispte a great divide
I share your hurt, and love, and pain, and pride.
I know the strife of waiting on the day
For hope to come and wash all doubt away.
My sense of time is slow without you here,
As though the days are streatched beyond a year.
I know at times you question why I go
And what I feel and does it even show?
I heed the call that duty bindes me to
But,
My prayers, thoughts, and love are all of you.