High Hopes Poem by Howard Kern

I know you must feel, a love that lingers,
As generations draw near.
Young smart woman, aloof and astray,
Come to papa, some may say.
Sweet baby girl, when I am old and gray,
Remember our love, as youth goes away.
Lovely young woman, clever and quick,
Come stay with papa,
Before he's too old or sick.
From the blossom of a girl,
What type woman will appear?
Learning of life, atop a hillside sheer,
Love awaits, for generations to draw near.
Think fond of this man,
His heart you hold today,
You're his baby forever, even beyond grave.
Precious time together, makes a mountain of Love.
High hopes of life's meaning,
Given from God above.