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

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