Sitting here watching you breathe You have touched such a place in me What do I call this love that we have? How do I address you? Dad? Do I call you Pop, Doc, Cleo Malone Never quite sure how to describe in the world Who you are to me But your place in my heart is well known You have been a mentor, a figure larger than life, a teacher, a Godfather, a friend But most of all the Dad, I’ve, in most ways, never known I have no real claim In your life as such But that has never stopped the bond between us So now as I watch such a strong man Become vulnerable to the phases of death I see even more of your beauty & strength Singing the blues Trying to find your way home at your own pace Even in dying You show such grace So father or friend, teacher or just someone who believed in me I will simply kiss your sweet check and know that we are forever bonded Throughout eternity I love you You sweet, sweet man Your daughter Elene