What a dad will do for his daughter
Is rock his sick baby girl
Until the sun peeks through the darkness
Letting him know the night of worry is over.
He will take her small hand in his
And walk slowly as she takes her first
Walk to the ice cream shop to
Share a cone full of heaven on earth.
He will sip from the tiny teacup
She has set infront of him
And in harmony with the stuffed
Animals carefully placed in their seats
He will sing the praises of her great hospitality.
He will sit through dance recitals
And fashion snows
Where he is the only one audience and will clap
With the enthusiasm of a thousand people.
He will take her fishing and play soccer
And intoduce her to the world outside
As if just exreriencing it for the first time himself
Perhaps he is.
He will sit with her through
Sweat and tears over homework
That was supposed to be turned in the day before
And he'll smile as the finish
Seeing her relief.
He will place a firm hand on the shoulder
Of the young man that comes
To take her to the school dance
Silently letting him know where
He stands and what he expects.
He will watch with overflowing
Pride as his young lady
Accepts her high school diploma and
Will silently Pray to God to calm his fears
And get him throughout the day.
He will be full of conversation
And more than happy to listen
When she calls home now and then
Even when the game of the year is on.
He will gently fold her arm aroung his
And with all the courage and faith he can hold onto
He will stroll down the aisle
Giving her hand keeping her youth.
He will be the first one in the maternity ward
At the nursery window
Carefully inspecting the activities
Of his new family member
Another part of her another part of him.
He will reassure her as time rages on
And the signs of his old age start to frighten her.
He will caress her hand with a passion
To which she has never felt
As she whispers his last wishes to her.
He will come to her heart for all her life
As she sees his manner in herself
Or his features in her children.
He will live in the smiles
That grace her face
As she remembers the things he did for he
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