One day
One day, I will stop crying
Because beautiful is not this
puffy red eyed misery staring back at me from behind shadowless memories
One day, he will come back for me
He will call me baby girl and kiss me on the forehead like he misses me
He will recognize my smile every time he brushes his teeth at night
He will love me like the part of him I am
One day, I will feel like I belong
like I'm not destined to wander dusty roads
in search of a rolling stone that made his home
amidst shallow promises flowing like a river from beneath mountains of time
time will stand still while I take the clock and rewind us
One day, I will make him feel lucky
like he's the luckiest man in the world
like he's my Dad and I'm his girl
and he'll stand over me in the rain
preserving the sugar and spice and everything nice that all little girls are made of
One day he'll remember
he'll remember to tell me that I'm worth everything
and on the days I feel like nothing
he'll remind me that I'm always something in his pocket full of memories
his heart full of him and me
One day, I'll stop wishing
that my father was more than a dream to me
that he was my reality
that I knew how to let a man love me cause I'd learned it from my Father
a father who was lucky to have me
One day...my childhood will stop haunting me...
One day I'll have it
Freedom & Peace...
j.claude(C)2011 Phoenix
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