
The butterfly is beautiful and elusive
Moving with the wind beneath her wings
People like to watch her and love her from afar
Then there are those who think they should capture her and put her on a shelf
She doesn't like being on a shelf, she's meant to fly
This builds distrust
What she wants is someone to fly with her... side by side
Do you every stop feeling the loss of your daddy? I've been in a mellow mood, yes another birthday coming. No, I'm not sad because of the aging thing, that's great! I'm sad because I'm always remnded of what I still long for but can't have. I know at this point in my life I should have gotten use to the loss but honestly I just haven't, I'm really not sure I ever will. Now that I've reconnected with my bio mom I can ask those questions of what were those few months like? Yes, how many months were there really? So it looks like I had my dad for four months before he left for Germany and when he came back he was broken. Yes, broken, it's the best way I think to describe someone who's there but not. So I had my dad in one piece for a few months and I've missed him my whole life. And I can't even remember those few months because I was a new born. Kinda twisted at best.
