The Writers' Circle

I've never seen my father
because he died.
Like so many others 
his time had come,
but he left me behind
to reproduce 
and never let the line die.
Oh Daddy,
do you see me all alone
wishing I could see your face
but the tears mist my eyes
and I cant reach you
I cant reach you.
I'm thirty now
but what does age mean
time ticks on, progressing
but grief just lingers
like old smoke infesting the lungs
until too much
too much ...
I want to run and escape this pain
but its fingers reach out
grasping the words
collecting in my swollen throat
and I fall down.
Sitting in a room
any room,
the swirl of noise tuning in and out
I'm just a little girl
who's lost
and is waiting for her Daddy
to come and take her home.