He stood there by the shore
The mighty, glacial, lake before him
He stood there with a rose
Tightly in his grasp
His clothes weren't clean
He hadn't shaved in a week
But that rose was of prestige

As the tears slid down his cheek
The rose fell to the water
His lips began to quiver
He spoke only four words
A simple reply to the three she used to say
"Daddy misses you too"