THE SHEPHERD

When i was young, pony-tailed,face full of playful freckles, i was daddy's girl. I was. I still am. i look to him for security, for love and attention,for the understanding, and the patience you lacked as a child. My daddy was the center of my small world, the focus of my affections, the star that lit my life, shining bright.Shining still in my heart. The years have led me here,weathered with maturity and responsibilities,and I see more clearly now.The hardships, burdens of love, and all the small sacrifices he made for me,for our family.He created stability, a place to call home.All the photographs I browse through of a child long forgotten, scarcely remembered smiling, so happy and so loved. The mere thought of becoming that role model is enough to send me cowering, afraid... looking for guidance. Turning to my father and my more for support,advice, wise counsel, and for approval.   Grown up, I see differently now...A new perspective of a man I have alway...