Daddys Lil Angel

I had a vision of this poem shortly after I met my wife.

Beneath,

the oaks' moss covered branches;

thy lil angel plays.

 

In the sweltering

July breeze,

upon the rope swing she gently sways.

 

Tender fingers,

tightly squeeze

twine so tight.

 

While Daddy's loving arms,

gently push

with all their might.

 

Blonde ringlets

draped,

across her radiant face.

 

A brief moment of solitude,

secluded,

From life's torrid pace.

 

Bare feet

dangling,

beneath the aging swing.

 

While mockingbirds

gather,

rejoicing as they sing.

 

Dreams of tomorrow,

freely flow

from this heart.

 

Daddy's lil angel

has begun,

to grow.

 

Passionate thoughts,

of my love's

undying devotion.

 

A father's heart

fills,

with the purest of emotion.

 

I recollect,

stray pups

which have followed her home.

 

Wiping away her tears,

as they were freed

to roam.

 

Time

holds all the secrets

of our life.

 

For one day,

My lil angel

will become a wife.

 

Beneath,

this oak's protective branches

my lil angel sways.

 

In the steamy,

Summer heat

upon the rope swing she quietly plays.

 

 

 

 

Underneath

dogwood blooms,

a small child prances.

 

Busily picking daisies,

while amongst the butterflies,

she dances.

 

Spinning round and round,

she laughs

while with Mommy she falls to the ground.

 

It is in this moment,

Daddy realizes,

this is a gift from above.

 

While tender fingers,

wrap around twine so tight,

while her loving husband swings her with all his might.