My Daddy's Little Girl

Written as a gift for my Dad, a long time ago. . .

I have my Daddy's eyes

I've learned the world through these

family and friends and books and dogs

and horses, and bears, and trees

I have my Daddy's nose

and though it's a little long,

I look in the mirror and there's no doubt -

I know where I belong

I have my Daddy's hands

like his they have some quirks -

loving and gentle, caring and strong

and not afraid to work

I have Dad's sense of humor

we laugh at the same jokes

funny and zany and wacky - 

just silly to other folks

I am a lot like Daddy

sharing many of his parts

but most of all, what I like best

is that I have his heart

Author's Note

Many years ago, I asked my father what he wanted for Christmas, and he said, "Write me a poem." This is the result. Though he has been gone almost ten years, I am still my Daddy's little girl.

Reviews

[Beccy]

This is so beautiful. I'm thirty four, going on thirty five now, fortunate to still have my dad who I love dearly.

Beccy.

[Constance Payne]

Absolutely Perfect.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This is so beautiful! I love it completely and utterly. I'm a daddy's girl as well, so I can totally relate. Even at 32 years old, I still call on my daddy to help me with things, and he happily does it with a smile. A beautiful write.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you for your kind words.