My dear daughter, I come to you in a dream,
There is so much I want to reveal,
I know there is damage to your self esteem, but
through the truth we can both heal.
In death my soul can not rest,
for in my life I never knew,
how I made you feel second best, but
crossing over I found this was true.
You wanted to be loved,
never knowing why I could not show affection.
The more you pushed, the harder I shoved,
You done all you could, but I demanded perfection.
How hard you tried,
Always doing what I asked and more.
I may have said thank you, but a smile I did hide,
I realize now, I should have done that before.
There were things I should not have said,
I thought it would make you tough, but
it only damaged you instead.
To tell you I'm sorry still doesn't seem good enough.
No, there is no excuse, but
I am a victim of my own childhood,
not realizing I was passing on the abuse.
Things could have been different if I would have understood.
Tis' Ne'er too late for us to make peace,
I must right this wrong
and your anger must cease.
Learn to let go, for you've hurt for too long
Those who know my past
and understand what I am saying now.
Ask them to explain, for my moment has passed
I wanted to be a father, but just did not know how.
My dear daughter, I love you so
and soon you will feel no sorrow,
Let this message lead you where to go,
and all will be well tomorrow.
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