Fathers and Daughters, Together, Forever

I am using a metaphor to celebrate the relationship between fathers and daughters – when radon decays, it throws off ‘daughters’; the dust created attaches itself to more dust particles.   This was written for a special young lady, whose father died too soon.  One  blessing is that she was old enough to have accrued some long-lasting memories of him.

We are always our father’s child, every day,
Even though they’re not there to ensure we don’t stray.
Whether young, or much older, our hearts will ensure
That the memories of fathers will always endure.

When they’re gone, dust to dust, we will always survive,
Like decayed radon gas, a dust particle’s derived.
A daughter’s produced and attaches to dust,
So the circle is made, and life readjusts.

So wherever you find the tiniest particle,
Be it dust or the light from a star that still sparkles,
Be it atom or proton, or water or gas,
Our mind can still find them and then re-attach.

The lost one had breath, and the breath’s still out there,
And the vapour in clouds is around everywhere,
And formed from the breath that the loved one breathed in,
When it rains, it rains tears once belonging to him.

So catch rain, catch the tears, breathe deep the fresh air,
Your dad is inside you; the love that you shared
Is not lost to the world, but a part of it still.
Remember him, love him; he knows that you will.