When you emerged, almond-eyed, and sweet of skin;
Your Daddy cried.
One half-year before, on number three, in June this time,
He turned forty.
Five years on and though apart, I feel your love;
It fills my heart.
It fills my heart.
Your father, now, is 45 and you, my love,
Just 4.5.
Ten times the age; how he has grown, to you so much
Now can be shown.
Ten times the life of weathered storm, and sunshine bright;
Of layers formed.
Listen, my girl, to stories told, hold them tight
As you grow old.
As you grow old.
And through these times that make you mad; when you feel alone,
And feel so sad
Remember how, though years apart, you are your father;
He is your heart.
That last picture (s) is scary! Could they be more alike?!
ReplyDeleteLove the one of him throwing Sonny in the air too - amazing picture.
Thank you. I love how alike they look. x
DeleteJen this is absolutely beautiful, I love that you have written about such a wonderful relationship with your daughter and her father - the last few lines particularly struck me. Thank you so much for linking to Prose for Thought. New link opens today so hope to see you there xx
ReplyDeleteThank you. I will have a look at the link later :) x
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