The Definition of Cute
…just a happy day spent with my cute little baby girl…
I feel her heartbeat through my shirt, her little lungs compress and breathe
I hold her close to catch the hurt, before her life gets up to speed.
She’s five years old and full of spunk, rebelling mind, her thoughts peruse. What special doll comes out the trunk, which one today will be her muse?
I hug her every chance I can, life is not complete without her. Sometimes I watch her scheme and plan, sometimes it goes by like a blur.
Her simple mind just soaks it in, the pieces of a puzzle set. Her little dimples wiggled when she learned to use the internet.
She sat there with a Cheeto face, her hands were orange like the sun, her gullet filled with goodness baked, her happiness was worth the crumbs.
I cleaned her mess and tucked her in, so happy she was still that young. My stories done the dream begins, my angel sleeps, my heart was stung.
It swells with pride a father owns, no one will ever be enough. My mini me my little clone, when she does leave, it will be rough.
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Beautiful Paul, they are so damned gorgeous at that age. Mind you, they can be demanding, but instantly forgiven. How we love our kids, and little girls are sublime, especially for dads. A great piece filled with love. Nice work my friend.
Oh Tony. I could stare at her for hours, doing all her everyday things, and my face would hurt from the smile I’d be wearing all day. They truly are so special. Thank you for your kind words my friend.
A lovely piece of writing to read, Paul, so full of love and admiration. My daughter is all grown now with a family of her own so now I have a couple of granddaughters to enjoy time with. Great work.
They have to be a load of fun John. Only difference is you can give them back when they act up, Lol. Thank you so much for your kind words my friend.
So very precious, Paul. There is such a special bond between father and child. For a little girl, Daddy is always her hero and nobody gives better hugs. Your poem is lovely and very heart-warming. Take care, dear friend.
So true Phyllis. And I hope I never ever stop being her hero. I will be accepting those hugs until I pass in to my next existence. Thank you so much my friend for your kind words.
A father’s love for his child, there is nothing to replace it Paul. I too was there for my 4 little ones many years ago and I know exactly the feeling. They love their daddy, especially little girls, the feel secure in our arms, our gentle kisses and goodnight readings to put them into their own dream state. Your descriptive feelings about the love you have for your daughter was simply beautiful and I was overwhelmed, actually brought a tear into both my eyes, for I too remember those precious moments Paul. Thank you for sharing, simply magnificent.
Thank you so much for your kind words Vincent. I cant truly Express how much I love my children, I dont think words do them justice. Glad you connected with this my friend.