What I Would Not Give
nothing I would not give
if just to freeze the image
of that sweet, adorable kid:
the every pain and hurt
that to me would drive her
for the aches to disappear;
the shrieks of excitement
when to the air I’d toss her
then catch and hug my girl;
her chocolate-stained face,
the few missing front teeth,
daddy’s lovable, little clown;
the time she took a full jar
of her mama's facial cream,
all over herself spreading it;
catching me kiss her mother
“you are breeding with mom!"
“sweetie, only rabbits breed";
the grasp of her tiny hands,
her tremor “dad, I'm scared"
on that first day in school;
happy days back in the past,
in baby's eyes I could not err,
her knight in shining armor;
alas, daddy's girl yesterday,
now some boy's sweetheart,
unmistakably gone from me;
oh god, what I would not give
to relive the years long dead,
to be my girl's hero once more.
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