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.