Daughter, here I am, I am here.
Where now I ask,
praying for them, art thou, be with you?
Down the road,
and always with you, I am.
Not very far,
forever is to close, being not away.
Where I may not yet, is the sea.
Waiting am I only by them to come.
To simply be.
As I am thus like you are to me.
Hello daughter,
if I may, by your leave, say hello.
Touching poem. Hope to read some more from you in the future.
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