My Daughter April Sixteen 2003 Poem by James McLain

Your birthday is a few days away
the sixteenth.
I have not forgotten
you.
Others would have me to it
is only a game some have to play
no one wins.
It is not your fault.
A great fight was fought for you just
to live and you won.
He who would have come before did not.
You are young and small.
Full of grace it is that you are.
The water I took you to when you were two
sand was the foot that held you up.
Breath of your life is my light wear the light
remember breath to leave what is not alone.

Your dad,
It is in you as well.
tenth of April 2009