Friday, July 23, 2010

For my Daughter

MY CHILD, and her child
Once I held you, newborn, cupped within my hands.
You hold your own child now, in a distant land.
I would pick you up, and hold you at every chance.
And sing to you, as around the room we would dance
Watched you play and grow, outside the shelter of my arms.
Tried to keep you forever safe from danger and all harms.
There were times you hated me, this I know,
because I was the one who always had to say no.
Nights and days, I missed any chance of sleep.
Knew not where you were, and in safety did keep.
Just want to let you know, for me, you stand above the crowd
My Baby girl, you have made this old man very proud

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