by Christy Bozeman
It’s been fourteen long years without you,
yet it seems like just yesterday you were
teaching me how to walk
And coaxing my first words from unpracticed lips.
I remember how you would brush my hair,
large, rough hands carefully teasing out stubborn knots,
and ensure that I always minded my manners:
please and thank you.
You took the time to explain that these were not
empty words, but signs of respect.
Dad, you were so good to me.
You cared for me while teaching me
to care for myself.
You did whatever it took to make me strong,
Making me the happiest little girl,
even when everything went wrong.
Edited by Larissa Banitt