Grateful - Daughter

Her face, borrowed from an angel,
To whom she’ll fly one day,
But for now her shine will warm my own.
Sweet she knows, no sorrow,
when she cries I love her more..
I love her more each day and her alone.
I never knew I’d love like this.
My hand blankets hers and I’m a giant.

I would hold it forever,

I listen to her heart beat, once more,
as I have done since before
her birth.

A debt of gratitude can never
be repaid,
when upon the heart of one so tender
it is laid.

– Ken 6/26/08