You often tell me the stories of the day I was born
So proud you were that day
Holding this little girl in your arms
Promising her all of the world
Those days have passed long ago
And now I sit by your side
Holding your hand
Telling you the stories of the day I was born
It gives you comfort to hear my voice
To hold my hand
Time has worn you away
And taken pieces of me with it
I fight back the tears
As we look back into the years
You're all I have left now
I cannot speak of my fears
For to speak of them
May make them come true
How I long to be that little girl again
With her Daddy giving her all the world
But this is not to be
I care for you now
As you once cared for me
I will sit here day after day
Holding your hand
Telling you the stories of times past
In hopes that you will last

a very sweet poem, Poet. it touched my heart

from this poem,a very nice one too ,,,
I can tell you have a very loving father...

at least yours was kind to you...

Good work C.C.P.

The love of your child, no matter the age. The best gift of all.

Now I'm going to wipe my eyes and pretend there's dust in them.

*crying*

Alright CCP...
between you and Morena I'm going through
the tissue box way too fast...dang...

(For a moment I felt like that little girl...)

Girl you have touched my heart with this one
my dad passed away 3 years ago. So give yours
a big hug and a kiss for the time you still have.

Bravo.. very nicely done... brings back good and bad memmories for me.
( A+)

Incredible,,,