Daughter

I called to a Dove from above, Asking God to send down his love. I know not how to express what I feel, I just want my baby to heal. When you were born I took your hand, It grasped mine and I became your fan. You sat in my lap and we watch Punky Brewster And even a dumb dog getting beat up by a Rooster. There was fun and laughter through the years, And sometimes there were tears. I remember the story about the three fishes, I still hurt because you did not get your wishes. If I could take your troubles away, I would do it this very day. Just remember when you are blue, I am your Dad and I love you. Edward J Ebbs - Fall 2008