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Yours to Keep I was there, when you were born. You brought a smile, not a scorn. I was there, and watched you sleep. Protecting, your tiny soul to keep. What do you dream, I did oft ponder. Made me sigh, my heart grow fonder. Such innocence upon your face, Would you always show such grace? I was there to see you grow, To child and more, so long ago. We as family, did trips take, To many a country, island and lake. I always sought another kiss, To watch you grow, to reminisce. A loving hug, a simple smile, To add a memory to our file. Well, when I re-play your life, Your young years had little strife. Those were days of joy and prime, Your youth was such a happy time. Hours became days and weeks, Too quickly how time sneaks. Weeks became months and years, Until my love fell upon deaf ears. Yes, I was there, as you grew, Saw you both smile and stew. Take your place in the world, Aghast at how life unfurled. It matters not how old you are, Whether you be near or far. You’ll always be my little girl. To me, my eternal pearl. One last thing I must add, Tonight as you go to sleep. Remember always, I’m your dad, With love, and yours to keep.

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Date: 9/13/2021 7:50:00 AM
Charming. Love the flow and the sentiment. Great poem!
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Date: 10/29/2020 8:14:00 AM
Hi, Richard, Your poem is great! You have expressed a dad's love for his daughter very well. I enjoyed the following words very much: "It matters not how old you are, Whether you be near or far. You’ll always be my little girl. To me, my eternal pearl." Keep it up.
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Date: 10/29/2020 8:19:00 AM
Thank you. In today's world it seems we men are more attacked than understood and respected.

Book: Shattered Sighs