When she was just a baby, learning how to crawl,
I’d hold her close and whisper. You can have it all.
From those first steps. to her laughter in the air.
Every moment a miracle every memory we share.
Through the years, I've watched her shine.
From scraped knees to dream she will always be one of a kind .
With her cute little smile and that saying so true,
“I’ve got you wrapped around my pinky daddy" my baby girl, it’s you.
Running through the meadows playing hide and seek,
Her laughter was the music, her joy made my heart skip a beat.
I hold onto the laughter, it’s a love that won't make you mad.
Here’s to the memories, the good and the bad,
In the heart of a father, there’s nothing but love
As she grows into tomorrow, like a beautiful dove. "Through the years "
William Linton
09/012024 ®
