Daughters loves - Fathers advice

From my perspective over many affections
the pain before parting seems worse than the decision.
Though I am not you and you have had only two.

Married twenty four years now how much do I know
or remember of those affections any more?
Of what value is advice like mine to you.

Better the inexperience of friends who share
the place in which you find yourself,
than the aging meanderings of recollection.

Too much perspective, that's what it is.
I can see the outcomes before they happen
softening the relevance of immediate comment to and fro
While you immersed are, struggling for air amidst downpour.

You found yourself on the brink of fright and madness
not knowing whence it came, seeking only shelter
and I wanted to help you find source,
a place from which to heal.

In our late night call we reasoned forth
to relationship as cause, and scientist that I am
suggested you try an experiment of distance.
You woke with an answer of distance and pushed.

Sure enough the boat of affection drifted too quickly away;
a learning surely. Devastated you watched dissappearance
and wished your daddy mute. 'Too late though, really too late.
Next time probably not ready for this aging advice so soon.'

So I, the daddy, find no solace in assistance, no surcease
of care. My crowbar ways dislodged you, probably not
what you needed at the time. No, not what you needed. I've had
too much time.

gf 93