He wrote:
Dear Kates,
I'm glad that you are seeing life
in places old and new
but it seems so long since you've been gone
and I miss my Katie Lou.
I marvel at how well you meld into
a world where blondes are few,
but when, oh when, will you come back
and lift my heart from being blue?
Your enterprises and creative ventures
are amazing and give us all a clue
of how talented and sharp you are though
I've known forever this is true.
How I wish we could sit together and
talk as we sometimes used to do.
I wish I would have done more of that
and maybe you do to.
My hope and prayer to God above,
from whom all blessings must come through
is that one day soon you'll come home
and I'll be there to hug you when you do!!
Until that day, I'll have to be content
with asking you this plea;
"Please, oh please, my Valentine's will you be?"
And I respond:
Dear Dad,
Although quite far I have sailed away
To seas seemingly beyond the light of day
In what appears to be a vessel untethered
Drifting along at the mercy of the weather,
Unanchored I am not.
Despite relentless tides carrying me horizonward
Towards waters unnavigated by traditional cartographers
Through vast expanses of dizzying possibility
The fog of indecision causing low visibility,
Lost I am not.
Though perilous storms and fearful gales
Crash upon the starboard tearing my sails,
Oft threatening to swallow in merciless thirst
My courage to face demons accursed,
Helpless I am not.
For my anchor finds hold in the rock of my home,
In the love unconditional I’ve always known.
My compass points steady to a North innate
Instilled in me from a very young age.
My rescue has never failed to heed my call
Even in tempests of pride and rains of gall.
So I fear not voyaging into the unknown,
Even as I venge forth alone.
Because just as my eyes are blue,
I know the best of me has come from you.
So in your response to your plea, I reply,
Yes, I will be your Valentine.
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