Gethsemene

My Father

Before my eyes first opened, Before I ever walked, Before I learned my alphabet, Before I ever talked, Before I grew up slowly, A joy, sometimes a bother, Before I was your daughter Then you were yet my father. And many years divide us, And sometimes many miles, Sometimes days separate us, And sometimes lonely whiles. But when I was a little girl You walked in dreams on water, For you were yet my father And I your wide-eyed daughter.