I am my father's daughter
And now that you're gone
How ironic it is
That your passing
Has broken the silence of my pen
Brought me to write again
And now words flow freely
My inspiration unchained at last
While you, all your life
Wrestled with words caged inside
That book you were to write
Words inside you
That cried out to be written
Your book that sadly
I will never get to read
At least not in this lifetime
I will remember you always
As a gentle genius
A restless explorer of human heart
Forever finding beauty
In the gardens of intellect
I will miss you my friend, my father
But now it seems
Perhaps the great teacher
Was needed elsewhere
As for me, I will always be
A student of your heart