Daddy's Girl

Rosy cheeks, blue eyes, smile, brighter than the sun.

Cheeks to white, sun to clouds, this is what began.

Can hardly walk on his feet so he needs a cane.

Back broken, you can hear the pain.

I sit quietly, watching him trying to sit up.

I walk over, so I can carry his cup.

Being a railing, he leans on me, walking up the stairs.

I make sure he knows everyone truly cares.

Hope is in the air like a sweet perfume.

It remains in every single room.

Hair falling, bones exposed, he sits in his chair.

Hospital bands on his wrists, he asks me to tear.

I know there are survivors and I know he will be one.

Rosy cheeks, blue eyes, smile, brighter than the sun.