I miss you.

I wish you were here.

What would you say to me?

Would you tell me to be stronger?

Would you tell me that it is all going to be ok?

What would you do?

Would you wrap your arms around me and kiss me on my forehead?

Would you be my cheer leader?  Urging me on morning, noon and night.

What would you feel?

Would you be proud of me?

Would you hurt for me?

What would you see?

Would you see through my painted smile and fake courage?

Would you see my pain and broken spirit?

Would you see me?  Your youngest one struggling and in desperate need of a rock.

I’ll never know.  You are gone.  But I am still here.

I miss you more than words can say.

I wish you were here Dad.