From An Old Journal

Daddy, Cyn, and Marl photo booth.jpeg

A slip of paper fell out of an old journal, and this is what it said:

How many stories must I tell before he is revealed to her?

Little by little, will she know him a little?

She can never know his voice, his particular smile, his tenderness,

how his presence filled the room,

his disappointment.

Daddy again. It’s clear.

And my daughter…the “her” and the “she”…has since become a mother. Does my father recede ever further into the past, or is he all the more present in spirit?

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