HE RECALLS

A man and his daughter have separated, and he still yearns for her.

He recalls her fingers once laced in his

her smooth white hands, his rough touch,

He recalls her hair mingled with his

her golden locks, his white nest,

He recalls her face, then looking unto his

her fairly made features,his aged wrinkles,

He recalls the pressure of her face on his shoulder

her soft, mature motions, his abrupt halts,

He recalls her respect, when the moon was aglow

Like the grave of an angel twinkling with light.

Author's Note

Okay so, advice is fine, but do suggest improvements.