She greets me with a smile every morning.
She laughs when I hold her in my arms.
There’s no use denying;
I’ve stopped even trying.
I’m caught up in all of her charms.
She whispers “I love you†over breakfast.
She pouts when I don’t answer right away.
Then I tell her gladly
That I love her madly,
And it chases her sorrow away.
It’s just a part of the game
That she likes to play.
It’s part of the routine
We go through each day.
I know that she’s happy,
And I feel the same,
For me and my daughter,
It’s just a part of the game.
I ask her if she loves her Daddy.
She shrugs and tilts her head to the side.
Then her arms wrap around me,
And her love surrounds me.
It’s something that she just can’t hide.
As I drop her off at the day care,
She kisses my cheek and says goodbye.
She lays her head on my shoulder,
And I’m happy to hold her.
Then it’s Daddy who tries not to cry.
Dec. 5, 1990
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