Your little face Might just be proof for me of God's good grace You utterly bewitch me Your fancies so enrich me I want to be Your Abba'chka... How can I assure you That there's a God Though I s'pose you do not need it You naturally believe it... Holier than me My Dear Baby I so fear when you'll learn about "maybe" The hurts you'll know as onwards grow For much of life is simply show My Dear Baby I don't wanna say He ain't there for me Every day I watch you read and sing and learn and play Your birth gave me such purpose Of this I'm fully certain That I've so changed My love for you It flows red hot and it is bursting through... Wish I could protect you from painful disappointment When He misses His appointment But still I'll be Your Abba'chka... How can I assure you That there is a God Though I s'pose you do not need it You naturally believe it... Holier than me Your childish purity I cannot see Whom your eyes see But whenever you need me That's where I'll be
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of a son
This is so beautiful. Loved the emotions of a father to his daughter. Precious poem🌸
it was very emotional for me to write; thank you!
I understand. I am sure when your daughter will read this she will feel blessed to have you as a father.:)
she’s only 5.5 😉
awww so sweet. When she will reach my age she will cherish this poem. its very heart felt