She's My Daughter Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

Well, she's the spice
That makes everything taste nice
She livens up my face
With her ribbons and pink lace
She's a flower with silk-soft petals
She's my daughter

In the morning when I wake
She yells, "Daddy, don't be late"
Then she climbs into my lap
And her arms around me wrap
And she whispers, "Dad, I love you"
She's my daughter

I don't know why
I start to cry
When I think of how much she's grown
The days go fast
The weeks have past
The years, oh how they've flown
When I look into her eyes
A piece of heaven therein lies
Help me Father to make sure
That she's always just as pure
Cause she's special
And I love her
I'm her father

I don't know why
I start to cry
When I think of how much she's grown
The days go fast
The weeks have past
And the years, oh how they've flown

When I look into her eyes
A piece of heaven therein lies
Help me Father to make sure
That she's always just as pure
Cause she's special
And I love her
I'm her father
And she whispers, "Dad, I love you"
She's my daughter