A Poem For Me

poem for me

When you were born, I was a rock, Ok, I cried, but not a lot!

You were so small, this tiny life, But from day one, were always mine.

I fed and held you in my arms, and vowed to shield you from all harm.

And as I watched you grow and grow,

I worried that you'd ever know, the love and pride deep in my heart,

That belonged to you right from the start.

And now, no longer a little child, with skinned up knees, and hair gone wild,

A woman stands before my eyes, my heart explodes with joy and pride!

But deep inside, my heart is sad, the toughest part of being dad,

Is watching his little girl grow up, and hoping that he's done enough,

To show her what she means to him, And that his love will never thin.

So now today, I pen this note, with love and pride, and lump in throat, And a ring I'll place upon your hand, your very first, from me, your dad.

For you will always be to me, my baby girl, with skinned up knees.

And I'll be there, as life unfurls, For you are still my little girl!