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Missing Your Daughter

September 15th, 2014

It’s tough being separated from your daughter.
The time apart pulls hard on the heart strings and has a tendency to leave you in the state of bewilderment and resentment.

I long for the days to be back with my daughter when she was a little baby.
Changing her diapers on the change table and singing sweet lullaby’s as the days passed.

I was with my daughter from a very young age as her mother had to go back to work when she was just 6 months old. Our bond, therefore, is very special as I nurtured her and loved her to the age of 3 years old. There is something about the sparkle in those deep blue eyes that I can’t get over and can’t get past. It is a sparkle and look that touches my heart to the core and reduces me to tears when our separations grow long.

I don’t know why were separated. I was a very special daddy to her and gave her enough love to flow with the capacity and volume of Niagara Falls (Canadian side of the falls). I miss her. The days apart are long and arduous. I wonder if she knows how much I love her? About to turn the age of 5, does she have a firm understanding of the world around her? Does she understand the separations? Does she know how much I long to be a family again, reunited, repaired and brought back to life?

I hope she does. And I hope her world makes sense to her and that she succeeds and excels in her 3rd year of Montesorri school. I firmly believe, that like her paternal grandfather, she has a very high spatial intelligence. She seems to understand space and shapes very well and knows how things go together and fit together.

It goes without saying. I miss my daughter dearly. The separations are hard and I love her. She is and always will be my “Sweet Babe”.

Every once in awhile, if I listen very carefully, I can hear her heart beat from 3000 miles away. I can hear if it is beating softly. And when I can hear her heart beating softly I have to find a way to dry my eyes because her heart beat is strong and it massages and caresses mine.

Can you hear me my beautiful daughter?

I love you,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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