Daddy?

She kneels on the floor,
Whispering silent prayers,
In the hospital room.

The cold, waxy skin
Rolls beads of sweat.
As white death slowly washes over.

As she takes the seat
Placed next to the bed,
She calls,
“Daddy?”

Her voice quietly rings
Throughout the desolate halls
As if forever.

The echoes die away
And silence falls again.

Her tears swell like rivers
Spilling over her sullen face
Leaving traces of contrite regret.

She calls again,
“Daddy?”

With lament she adds,
“ don’t know if you can hear me,
But I wanted to say I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done
That hurt, of disappointed you.
I love you daddy,
I love you..”

She searches his face,
For any sign of understanding.
But she finds none.
Still as night
His cold, waxy skin.

Again her sobs break the
Ever growing quiet.

Slowly she speaks,
“All I’ve ever wanted to be
Was your little angel.”

He stirs under his still skin,
“You were darling,
You were.”

With last words
She knows he is gone.
Flashbacks of days spent at the park
Riding bikes
And playing games
Fall as if there is no end.

Her father is gone,
No more parks
Or bike rides
Games are nothing
Without a father to share.

She is alone.