Take my hand, at least once more,
look at me with your mother’s eyes.
There will be time for one more story
before this year begins its goodbyes.
Rest your head on my father’s heart,
smile at me with all you have got.
These are moments that make me live,
moments that can’t be stolen or bought.
Soon enough you will be full grown,
the loss of youth will take my breath away.
So while I have time, let me hold you close
enough to cherish this and every day.
Flower of my eyes, sleep well and deep,
dream of happiness that is yet to be.
Know deep within your daughter’s heart
that you are everything to me.
©2014 Christopher ReilleyI would love to know what you thought about this piece. Please consider leaving a comment.