Maezing Content

In the backseat of the car in sunlight’s gleam,
A little girl dreams her joy, her dream,
With laughter dancing in her eyes so bright,
She clutches tight her father’s gift, oh so right.

A black cat, soft and plush, with button eyes,
A token of love, a heartfelt surprise.
Her father’s smile, a memory sweet,
Promising love that would never deplete.

Together they played, a bond so pure,
In their world, love was the only lure.
They’d chase imaginary mice, explore the land,
Hand in hand, they’d always stand.

But time, relentless, had its way,
And her father’s departure came one day.
With a hug so tight, he whispered goodbye,
Leaving behind a tear in her eye.

Alone now, with just her cat to hold,
The little girl’s heart felt bitterly cold.
Her laughter faded, replaced by tears,
As she longed for her father’s comforting cheers.

The black cat, once a source of glee,
Now a silent witness to her misery.
Each night she clutched it, longing for the past,
Hoping against hope it would forever last.

Yet the cat, though soft and dear,
Could never replace the one she held near.
And so, in the stillness of the night,
She wept for her father, out of sight.

But in her heart, a flicker of light,
A memory of love shining bright.
Though parted now, their bond would endure,
In every beat, in every pure.

So, though sadness may cloud her sky,
Hope still lingers, refusing to die.
For in her father’s love, forever she’ll bask,
Even if he’s just a memory behind a mask.