Daddy's Little Man
He's with his daddy
Everywhere he goes,
Even outside to wash the car
Daddy's little man always follows.
Walking through park trails
Holding each other's hand,
Joking and laughing, now and then
Daddy and his little man.
He runs and plays on the beach
Draws his name in the sand,
Daddy's eyes twinkle and he smiles
At his little man.
When the day comes to an end
Dreaming of playing and holding hands,
There's nothing more precious
Than daddy's little man.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.10/2007
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