My Papa's Little Girl Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In the echoes of my childhood,
Your laughter still rings clear,
My papa, my protector,
Forever strong and near.

Your gentle hands, so mighty,
Could lift me to the sky,
Yet soft enough to wipe away,
Each tear I'd ever cry.

You spoiled me with kindness,
And showered me with love,
Your heart, a boundless ocean,
Your soul, pure as a dove.

In every bedtime story,
In every playful chase,
You built a world of wonder,
Filled with magic and with grace.

Though time has drawn its curtain,
And you've journeyed far away,
The love you poured upon me,
Blooms brighter every day.

I miss your warm embraces,
Your proud and tender gaze,
The way you made me feel like
I was worth a million praises.

My Papa, my Hero,
Though you're no longer here,
I'm still your little girl,
And I'll always hold you dear.