My wedding day,
riding in the car,
bathed in a cloud
of white,
hidden by my veil,
my hand clutched in yours,
and then you suddenly
so pale
as we walked
up
the aisle.....

and then I smile,
another time, another day,
while still a child
wearing something ghastly,
wild,
and you pretending that
I looked okay,
beautiful in fact,
divine.....
do you remember
that funny time?

And then the times
you came to camp,
the day I broke your
favorite lamp,
the bookcase
I destroyed,
the absurdity of meeting
boys,
and bringing them to you...
the memories a kind
of glue
between my then
and now,
I see you with a furrowed brow
poring over
what I wrote
scribbling, writing,
making notes,
and in later years,
only your voice
in the midnight hours,
as silently I dialed,

so relived to find you there,
so good to know you cared,
how much we said,
how rich the gifts,
how lucky we both were
to have been father,
daughter, friend......
and even now, that you are gone,
the joy of that will
never end!!!!

~~ Kim - 2000 ~~

DADDY

When I was young
I always felt as if
I had to live up to Daddy
Trying hard to be
The perfect daughter
And fulfill his expectations
But now, as I grow older,
I realize how hard
Daddy is trying
To be the perfect father
And fulfill my expectations.

~~ Kim - 1984 ~~