A Daughter

An older one about my lovely daughter.

My hands,
hard and calloused,
are made gentle
by God,
that I may,
though clumsily,
carefully,
fasten barrettes
and ponytails,
into my baby's
soft hair.

My heart,
scarred and scared,
by life,
is abundant with love
for God,
when I look
into the eyes,
created
perfect and bright
and clear.
My Emily,
it appears
I am blessed.