by Sean Dempsey 7/1/23
A father’s care is far from rare,
Nor is it soft or warm;
But it’s her daddy’s arms a daughter needs
To weather any storm.
A father’s kiss is rarely missed
By princess, bug, or child;
But though she scorns his failed embrace,
He still melts with e’ry smile.
A father’s love is sometimes shoved
Quite rudely from ‘her space.’
Good thing daddys have a thicker skin,
And can wait for choice embrace.
A father’s bond is beyond fond;
It can’t be broken, bent, or eased—
Yet his resolve is quickly best
If she should whisper ‘pretty please.’
A father’s heart is ripped apart
When his daughter’s far away;
From every harm and from each wrong,
He would shield her every day.
A father’s fear is some cruel year
When she’s no longer daddy’s girl;
To think some day he must give away
The lil’ girl who is his world…
A father’s eyes are moist—a bride…
Appears before him in the sun;
But daughter, dear, in this distant year
Our two heartbeats still beat as one.
