Precious Daughters Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

</> A man can’t describe
In the words on a page,
The treasure and pleasure
He feels in this age,
Of the gift he calls a daughter,
Sent from Heaven to Earth.
And the joy she will bring him
From the moment of her birth.

He knows she is precious
From her very first breath.
And he knows down the road
He’ll be put to the test.
But his heart fills with pride,
When she enters the room,
And gives him a smile
That can drive away gloom.

They wrap you around their fingers,
And you’ll lose your heart you know.
You’ll find it in her tiny hands,
So you’re glad to let it go!
You peer into her future
As you rock her in your lap.
The two of you will always enjoy
These peaceful loving naps!

I am so proud of
What she has become.
A beautiful woman,
Fit for any man’s son.
A beauty that’s deeper
Than the skin on her face.
As beauty grows from the inside,
With poise, charm, and grace.

Her mother brags of her
With pride in her voice.
If daughters were chosen,
She’d have been our first choice.
You’ll never go lacking,
For hope, prayers, and love.
As we know now and always,
She is God’s gift from above!