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A poem I wrote for my daughter when she was studying poetry in school. |
| For Sidnee From your first breath of air I was there; Thanking God for this miracle That he brought into my life. The first hands to hold you Were mine. With slippery, wet gloves Afraid I was holding you too tight. When your new eyes opened, They saw me. Smiling and crying And so full of pride. I loved you from that very Second, With your bushy black hair And your sparkling eyes. So many times I feel like I’ve Failed you. Too often I think you’ve felt Forgotten...ignored. But you will always be Daddy’s baby. The first day, today, forevermore. |