I'm just a girl again when I think of you
and although all the heartfelt songs
that whispered about a Daddy's strong hands
never really applied to the image of you I had
I still say that somewhere there is some truth to it.
It just took me this long to realize you
as the man you are
and the man you had potential for being then.
You were always my peacemaker
the gentle one when a wrath of typical childhood
stood too strongly in my presence.
Always there to talk me through the whys
and showing with firm hands
what was expected of me as I grew.
There were times when I was concious of your mistakes
but who was I but child then?
I had no rights to point them out to you
and I have no rights for doing so now.
"Honor thy father and Mother"
has far more meaning at this very moment
than I ever could grasp in those church pews
in the distant years when I was there
and you refused to go.
But feel not badly for that, my Father
for God knew when you were to be summoned
and who was I but child to tell you then
when it was time for you to heed His call?
Now I feel as if they years have slipped
before my still too young eyes
as I watch time and God have their ways with you.
But I am left with a joy in knowing
that I could always call you Daddy
and you would always understand the me
that no one else did.
And although you never made a great proclamation of knowing
I know that you chose to acknowledge it in lesson teaching portions.
Right now there are so many things to be said of you
and God has equipped me with these words for doing so
but I cannot seem to fit them all into one space
but I will one day, piece by piece
until my love and appreciation
for the great and tender father you have become to me
shines enough for all to share and use for example.
In a dream last night, we danced
and I was at perfect ease in the arms of your love.
But I wonder was I dancing with my Father of earth
or my Father of Heaven in that dream.
Perhaps a litle of both.
I remember all the lessons you taught
and still wonder at the ones you still teach
so here I stand with full realization
that I will always be your little girl
as all father's say
as all daughters often fail to get the full meaning of.
There is you in trust and kindess
never mocking of my tears
always there to offer whatever you can
with a surprising gentleness
that you must have acquired with age and the help of God.
I often wonder still about some of your choices
but who am I but child in the wake of your wissomw, Sir?
I am not here for questioning the direction you have been given
but I can love you.
I can cherish you.
I can still call you Daddy with a comfort
of knowing just how true the measure of that word is to me.
I can always remember that the truest gentleman
I will ever know will be you
my supporter, the head of my household of still too innocent youth.
A man in his rarest form.
Father when I've a serious reflection of appreciation
and Daddy when the world begins to weigh on my shoulders.
Pastor when doubts of my faith sneak in to snatch away my hope.
A man in his rarest form.
I love you.
In Acceptance and Thanks for the man that God has made you
Your Loving Jenny

For all who watch.Dare you say hello? Come in and ask the questions that are on your mind, but spare me your judgement until you truly sipped of me.

Michael Auguste~
There is more depth to the heart than the mind can comprehend and it only has boundaries when we choose to fence it in.