My daughter
It was a beautiful summer morning
The birds and squirrels singing in chirps and squeaks
A preview to a perfect day
Silent prayers spills from my lips
Palms in tightened grips
A single wish in mind
A third note echoes
The cry of a baby born
My heart sings in esctasy
My legs racing to it's source
And there she was
My joy in flesh and blood
Cradled in her mother's arm
Her eyes a mirror of perfection
Her face an ethereal glow
An angel from heaven above
A light to all my darkness
And as I held her in my arms
I knew there and then
I would love her with all i had
For she was my daughter.
© Manuel Wolfe