A short poem I wrote in September. Seems to follow on from Jack's "What makes a Daughter? piece.
My first post here

Calls for Daddy

When she calls and asks for me
She asks for me by name
When she calls for Daddy
How can I not go?

When I touch her scars
The scars that tell me of her pain
When I see the holes in her heart
What will I not bear?

When she calls and asks for me
How can I not go?

When she calls and asks for me
She asks for me by name
When she calls for Daddy
How can I not go?

When her heart is empty
Empty fingers reaching out
For something out of nothing
What will I not give?

When her heart is empty
What will I not give?

When I hear her sweet voice
Sweet voice raised in love's sweet song
When I hear that music
How can I not sing?

When she goes her own way
Now she's waving and she's grown
I see her dancing and I ask you
How can I not grow?

When she calls and asks for me
How can I not go?

When she calls and asks for me
She asks for me by name
When she calls for Daddy
How can I not go?

© birdsong. September 2007