My Daddy Is Home Poem by Lore Me34

I have seen pictures.
I have heard stories.
I once even heard his voice.
But in all my fifty years I have never seen him in person until now.
As I look at his face I can see part of me.
When he laughed I heard my laugh.
And when I hugged him for the first time I never wanted to let go.
All my life I felt like a puzzle missing a piece.
But now my life puzzle is complete.
All because my daddy is finally home.