Daddy's Girl
When you were young, pony-tailed,
face full of playful freckles,
were you a Daddy's girl?
I was. I still am.
Did you look to him for
your security,
for love and attention,
for the understanding, and
the patience
you lacked as a child?
My daddy was the center
of my small world,
the focus of my affections,
the star that lit life,
shining bright.
Shining still in my heart.
The years have led me here,
weathered with maturity
and responsibilities,
and I see more clearly now.
The hardships, burdens of
love,
and all the small sacrifices
he made for me,
for our family.
He created stability, a
place to call home.
All the photographs I browse
through
of a child long forgotten,
scarcely remembered
smiling, so happy and so
loved.
The mere thought of becoming
that role model
is enough to send me cowering,
afraid...
looking for guidance.
Turning to my father and
my more for support,
advice, wise counsel, and
for approval.
Grown up, I see differently
now...
A new perspective of a man
I have always known.
My heart is full, my emotions
overpowering
just in the certainty of
that bond.
He's been there for me through
all the conflicts
helping me over the rough,
ragged stones
of growing up.
My respect for him is unending,
faith is unbound, and love
is unquestioning.
Even in the midst of all
my imperfections, he is lenient,
ignoring the pitfalls, the
downfalls, the shortcomings,
he just accepted me as I
was, as I am.
The sheer purity of it leaves
me awe-struck
and it lifts me up, it holds
my head a little higher,
it keeps me in balance,
harmonizing with the world
around me
beautifully, like an inspired
masterpiece from the soul
of an honest man.
I am honored to know him,
to love him, to be of him.
He's my hero, and I am his
daughter, his little girl.
~Christine McNamara~
Please feel free to send
to your fathers!
Compiled BY: DEBBIE
My special thanks to Baby Doll Designs for
the use of graphics
