For My Daughter
Impatient for your birth, I couldn't wait,
excited and delighted as it neared,
trusting I was right about the date,
all early niggling doubts had disappeared.
I sat 'neath our old tree and wrote a list
of all I wished you'd have and know and be,
then fretted that if any I had missed,
it was my own responsibility.
Without a fuss, my precious, my firstborn,
the birthing done, I held you to my heart,
your tiny self my memories adorn.
All wisdom flew and i could but impart...
'I want you to know God's love as I have known,
so, daughter, you will never be alone.'
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