When First I Held Her Hand In Mine - Quatern
When first I held her hand in mine,
tears escaped down my young man’s cheek;
My daughter with those eyes that shine
made my fatherly legs grow weak.
Each birthday I would remember,
when first I held her hand in mine;
A moment I dare not surrender
and would cherish for all of time.
In her wedding gown, she looked fine
as I walked her down the chapel aisle;
When first I held her hand in mine,
was the memory that made me smile.
And now, I near my final breath
but, she is with me, so I don’t mind;
Her birth recalled as I meet death,
when first I held her hand in mine.
Written and posted on 4/22/2014 for Andrea's "Do You Know Quatern" contest.
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