Father [CTPWC]

Your face has faded from my memory,
but your image remains.

The sound of your voice is gone,
but your words remain.

I no longer feel your touch,
but your grip remains.

Did you miss your father when he died?
You never told me.
Did you long for his acceptance,
the way I longed for yours?

Did he ever tell you,
he was proud of you?
Did he ever tell you
he loved you?

Does it really matter?

Yes.