How many mornings did we break fast, together?
More than I can count in the rest of my days.
And how many lessons did you teach me?
More than I can ever realize.
How many times did you share your wisdom,
Teach me to dance on your feet while holding my hands,
Share your adventures as you traveled the world,
Fished your buddy's hat from the South China Sea?

Show me your dance,
Sing your song —
I can hear it now —
Oh, what a beautiful morning ...
Your last words to me:
The spirit in me honors the spirit in you.
I am glad
You are my daughter ...

How many lessons will I remember,
As you soar in the heavens,
Embrace your departed,
And be held in so many hearts?
More than I can see for the rest of my days.
How grateful I am
That you were my father.

Rest now, Papa, with the words I told you,
Before you began this next journey:
I love you.

Lori Cole