I could still smell his cologne, piercing my little nose, his touch was rough, but gentle, his strength was unbearable, but soft. He left me, He's gone. But I remain strong, for we will meet again. His love is too big to be put into words, But his love isn't. Who is he? He's Daddy, My creator, My father. The man that helped me enter this wonderful world. But now he's gone, never to return again But his words never left my memory, I was only seven, Bye-Bye stinky. You will always be my little stinky, he said to me Too young to understand the pain of missing a father, caught up to me, like a hurricane in the Florida Keys. But he's gone now, how I longed to smell his sweet cologne. My Daddy, My Life, My love.

Feeling lost without him Feeling empty to I used to be my daddy's girl This I know was true. Now that we have split apart Gone our separate ways I pray to God each night To bring us back together someday. Yet I fear this is impossible Not right now anyway. I still hold out hope To be my daddy's girl again someday. Yet still all I can say is, I'm feeling lost without him Feeling empty too Dear God I’m still praying Please oh please to help me get through.

I have often pondered how I truely felt about my father. Would I choose to forget him, as I never really knew him? No, I choose to hold him dear to my heart.