My Papa's Love Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

His eyes, they sparkled with delight,
Whenever I came into sight.
His little girl, I'll always be,
Wrapped in love, so warm and free.

With gentle hands and tender heart,
He built my world, right from the start.
Each day a gift, tied with a bow,
Of kindness that he'd always show.

He spoiled me, not with things untold,
But with a love worth more than gold.
In every laugh, in every smile,
He made my childhood so worthwhile.

Now he's gone, but memories stay,
Of how he loved me every day.
My papa's voice still echoes clear,
In all the lessons I hold dear.

I miss him so, his presence strong,
The safety of where I belong.
Yet in my heart, he'll always be,
My papa, who loved endlessly.