There is this... <br /> <br />When she was five <br />I was her daddy - <br />Maker of wonders, <br />Wielder of power, <br />Protector and keeper. <br /> <br />When she was twelve <br />I was dad - <br />Homework helper <br />Tear dryer <br />Night guard. <br /> <br />Now that she's grown <br />I'm father - <br />He, <br />Left <br />Out. <br /> <br />We should detach. <br />That is our job. <br />But, oh, <br />I miss making wonders <br />And drying tears.<br /><br />Robert J Meyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transitions-3/
