Dandelion Seed

She stands lost in a thought A tiny finger to her lips Head slightly tilted to one side Appearing too old for her age Well, too old for me anyway Certainly she's only three How could she be any more Yet...she is more, so much more At different times she is more But, at night, she is three When I read her "Goodnight Moon" And she's as Snug as a Bug After the Prayers are said When her nightly movie has begun Then...then she's three Most days...through my eyes She's growing like a dandelion She's a dandelion seed Being blown away with the breeze Blown out of my life, in to hers She stands with her hands on her hips now Wearing Levi jeans and painted toes Fascinated by color and texture Playing the guitar...not really knowing how And time seems to pass me by Won't be long and she'll be too old Too old for my Heart to take Off in this frightful world Spreading her wings to fly away But at night she'll still be three...to me So you must go my Angel I've got you protected in my Heart During your quietest moments remember Daddy will always be there with you And at night you'll still be three Dandelion seed on the breeze Flying through eternity It's the cycle of life you see Yet in my Dreams you're still three And you're here with me © 2011 Kevin Stock