I miss the way my daddy used to smile.

I miss his warm hands.

I miss his long hugs.

.

I miss the way my daddy used to grin

at other people,

even at me.

.

I miss the way my dad used to do things.

He used to be kind.

He used to be sweet.

.

I miss the way my dad used to talk to me.

He'd never mouth off

or be a jerk or meanie.

.

I miss the way my father used to sing

off key in

his stinky car.

.

I miss the way my father used to grin

at babies in strollers

and tiny little kids.

.

I miss my daddy.

I miss my dad.

I miss my father.

I miss my friend.

.

If I could go back I'd be his little girl.

I'd be his son,

I'd be his world.