You're Growing (for my daughter)

Written by: Joseph Granda-Padron

And how each day I wake
You take from me a little more
Than I have to give…
And how I’d give you everything
In me so willingly.

I watch you sitting at your table
Playing with your toys
Watching the television
Rubbing your feet on the floor
Hair a tangled mess.

I wish William and Myrna
My parents; your grandparents
Could have known you
Or felt for just a second
How it feels to love you.

When I watch you run
Or we play ‘Tag’ and you call
Me the monster, fleeing
Running as fast as you can
And the sparkle of joy in your eye…

Every time we play
That silly old game
I find it harder and harder

To hold back my tears
And yes, sometimes I have to 

Turn away from you
Because I haven’t the strength
To hold the tears back.
I get embarrassed and I wipe 
Them away before you see them.

It’s great being a father
Watching you grow
Hearing you talk
Seeing the world through
Your eyes.

When we go to the park
This afternoon
I will thank God for your happiness.
I will thank him for your life.
And I will likely turn away
To wipe away 
My embarrassment.