A Perfect Little Angel Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

August 8 1972 my first daughter was born
Holding her in my arms for the first time
I knew that she was my reason for living
This was the happiest day of my entire life

Though she had to wear a brace on her legs
Due to them being dislocated during birth
To me she was a perfect little angel
And the most beautiful baby ever born

Home from the hospital and into our room
I spent every second I could with her
Changing dirty diapers I didn't mind
When she smiled at me, my spirits soared

The first time I took her to the park alone
Women gathered around to ooh and aah
And tell me what a beautiful baby she was
My little angel would smile and coo, a little prima donna

Soon my perfect little angel was walking
And getting into a little mischief
No meant yes and don't meant do
Being her father was a full time job

And what a job it was, with overtime
No pay but hearing 'I love you daddy'
More than made up for that
I was the richest man on earth