Older Dad, Older Daughter

Jet-black hair faded to gray; tall, slender figure arched with age— sagging like the skin around your eyes so much like mine. Your loud voice has quieted and become gentle as the years have passed. Your once harsh hands now seek to guide me on paths I had to discover without you. Father, I wonder— while you have been present but still so far away— just how much time have we lost?