For Holly Anne 1972-1989 Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

My daughter the day you were born I knew
My reason for living and all happiness was you
As you grew that turned out even more so
Infant, toddler, teen-ager how fast time does go

From the very first you were my joy
I was never disappointed you weren't a boy
My daughter, my baby girl, my little angel
I vowed to catch you if you ever fell

First steps, first words, the first day of school
When you went on your first date, I acted cool
Inside, I was as anxious as only a father could be
No matter how old you were, you were still my baby

As a young woman you filled me with pride
Your death left me with such pain inside
A pain that no parent should ever endure
Losing a child, so innocent, so pure

My memories of you will last forever
We had a bond not even death could sever
I loved you and I know you loved me
Being your father was the best life could be