…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.