Daughter, and she shared a paradox with me.
"My daughter's everywhere, but nowhere."
Yes!
I know what she means.
It's true for me too.
I see Jack's paintings, his canes,
His carefully crafted knives.
His voice still repeats a sweet message on
Our answering machine.
He's in my thoughts and memories and
Dreams.
He's absolutely everywhere, and yet
Nowhere to be found.