It’s a thought that brings tears to my eyes.
The picture of a girl
Holding her daddy’s hand
Firm and directive, as he leads
She looks up at him, his steps guide her path
Somewhere midway he lifts her in the air
And the two are inseparable
Late night heart break stories
She freely shares while he listens intently
And reassures her of her worth
His precious jewel, apple of his eye
His words and embrace of protection
Gives her all the shielding from a cold world
And when age has crept up behind them
She still leans on his shoulder
And the familiar assurance she will find
Even when his hands tremble and eyes fall
No new love, will ever replace his
Her daddy, always and forever hers.
And yet, I find myself in tears
For the beautiful thought remains just that
Will it ever be more, I wonder.
More than a thought.
A secret wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a natural poet. I wish you more creative endeavours. Thanks for sharing Stephanie and always remain blessed.