She broke her collar-bone
in a soccer game, meant for fun.
She's so tough and fearless, at times.
So small and fragile, at others.
Always she's a wonder, to me.
I'm afraid she just may
punch-out the high school bully...
or break, like a twig in a whirlwind.
She's soft; she's strong.
I'm proud of her; I worry about her.
She's my daughter; my small wonder.
My little girl, growing up.
And I love her,
endlessly.
What a great poem. I don't have any kids, but I can still see the love in this. A true and real write. Thanks for sharing.
Love for your daughter is just as strong as it was expressed. Lovely is the word for it.
Like it, my daughter is four and just started main school, I always worry, but it's our job to worry for the next fifty years. A fantastic poem.
I believe she has great feelings for you, but someday we lose them as they move into their new life.A warm, tender and emotive write-strong and so supportive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautiful, the love of a father is so special, a really lovely poem.