To God, straight from the the heart of a papa’s girl, for her besotted dad.

There’s this man

Who’s done too much for me

And I know

I know I don’t thank him enough 

Maybe I take what he does for granted 

But can you blame me? 

He’s been there forever 

With me, for me, by me

For as long as I can remember 

But dear God, 

Take this ode as me being grateful 

Grateful to you for saving him for me 

This man who’d do anything for me

Go to any extent and beyond if I told him to 

But dear God,

Don’t let anything happen to him 

At least not until I can withstand the pain

Because if—

Then

I lose my sight

My direction. My light.