Shekinah Reed
Daddy,
You’re here, but you’re halfway gone
You’ve gone to live your life
A life that includes me, but not fully
A life that tends to sometimes forget me
A life where you’re happy with your new wife
I’m happy for you, of course!
I love that you’ve gone and made new friends,
New Family,
And you’re happy
But sometimes I wonder,
How often do I cross your mind?
I want it to be every day.
You answer my phone calls less,
Sending a quick message that you’re on the other line,
But when will you be on mine?
Don’t get it twisted,
I love that you’re happy.
I love that for you,
But what about me?
What about the hugs you always give me
When you squeeze me tight and call me babygirl?
You would always squeeze the life out of me,
But I always loved it.
I love the smell of your musky cologne
When my face is buried in your chest.
I love your calloused carpenter hands
When I would give you a playful handshake.
I love your endless love for me.
I’ve kept it to myself
Because I don’t want to seem jealous,
Or rude, or out of place,
I just want you to see me more
I’m happy that you and Eemee aren’t together,
I just wish it didn’t affect the amount I see you,
Hug you,
Laugh with you,
Argue with you,
Because daddy I love our arguments
And you love arguing.
I love us.
I love you.
And I know you love me,
Your babygirl.
I miss you,
Please call me.