A Fathers Perspective
I was scared oh so scared
Seeing my baby that way
Her tiny little body
Was all purple and grey
My heart feared the worst
I thought she was gone
Down a dark corridor
My mind had been drawn
My heart became joyful
When the doctor touched her feet
A crying pink angel
This proud papa would meet
I waited to hold her
A truly special day
The cutest thing ever
What else can I say
Moments become years
Special memories are made
Ones that are important
In my heart I've replayed
Like watching musicals
Nick naming her, Gal Sal
My Christina would giggle
Her daddy's little pal
Her happy disposition
Would always make me smile
I treasured each moment
Saved them in a mental file
Like learning to ride a bike
Needing to do it alone
I loved the look of triumph
When she did it on her own
My little daughter growing
Still daddy's little girl
Her my special angel
A treasure and a pearl
My spirits had been low
She went with me on a walk
I felt so much better
Christina let me talk
She had become a woman
Sensitive, wise and kind
Within her heart a treasure
My answer I would find
Cruising down a river
In China mile by mile
Wishing for forever
Yet it passed in just a while
Still I can remember
I really saw her that day
Travelling on her own path
She had found her special way
Now today on her Wedding
I could not be more proud
There's special in her quiet
She is strong although not loud
I entrust her to Michael
My most precious gift
On the strong wings of prayer
Together may God lift
I wrote this poem using My wife Mary's, brother inlaw's memories.
Today July 26th, 2014 is his daughter's wedding day. May God bless
Christina and Mike's union.
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