Daughter of love, given to me
Wrapped in a bundle
Of warmth and pink clothes.
Cautious am I
With an understandable sigh
To account for all
Ten fingers and toes.
Daughter ever so smiling,
Only nineteen inches in height.
Born of my rib
In a hand me down crib,
With sea green eyes
And dimples so slight.
Daughter so sweet
Innocent and pure
Surrounded by people
In a room full of mirth.
How can it be said,
How can it be read,
Of the joy that you bring
On this day of your birth.
Daughter so special
I cannot express
The meaning of love
You've given to me
One more embrace
And then I will chase
All nightmares and monsters
That lie waiting in seethe.
Daughter my daughter
So precious to hold
How can a man like me
Be syphoned from might?
With a kiss on your head,
Sweet dreams lay ahead,
Good night, my angel, goodnight.
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A beautiful write. I feel for not being a father of a daughter. I have only two sons. They are indeed the sweet Angel.