My Daughter. (Emma ~ Healer Of The World.) Poem by stephen west

“I do not know you very well”
She said on one of my trips.
The idea, forced into her mind,
Brought a tremor to my lips.

Meeting her was difficult
Excuses not to call
She’s in a show, on holiday,
Or won’t see you at all.

All made it quite impossible
The visits merely sank
Birthday cheques and Christmas boxes
And never even thanks.

Although I sent my numbers
For e-mail and my phone
I do not hear a word from her
And thought the bond had gone.

But suddenly she’s eighteen,
And wants to see her Dad.
She wants so much more contact,
And my absence made her sad.

E-mails for my opinion
On Richard Two and Three
Virginia Wolfe and Shelley
Johnny Cash and Jerry Lee

She is blood of my blood
Asking to see me
For three years weekly messages
Oh yes, she’s breaking free.

We meet on the car park of a Happy Eater
I tell her she’s beautiful when I greet her.
She says I’m smarter than she thought
I tell her check out what you’re taught
We part but swear to meet up soon.
We spent a day in laughter.
Emma will come to see me soon.
It’s happy ever after.