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ProgressionTiny little fingers Holding tightly To the hand But closing gently Forever around The heart Of the one Who can't wait To be called Dad. Soft, happy giggles Slipping out Between small palms Pressed against lips Trying hard Not to laugh In that special Father-Daughter moment When the only words Necessary Are Oh, Daddy! Lovely, slim hands Of a most grownup Special young woman Reaching out To touch And thank The one Who has been there Always Asking nothing more Than the gift Of being Her Father. Gentle, trembling-a-bit smiles Passing from Daughter to Father When she squeezes The arm Of the one Who has shown her What love is As he gives Her hand To the one Who will show her What love Will be. Neither needing Any words. A silent I Love You Has said It all. A quiet night's dream Of a time Yet to come When another set Of tiny hands Continues the cycle Binding all together In the never ending Progression Of Life And Love. Pat Reeves (c) December 22, 2002 This was written as a gift to a friend and his daughter. I posted it here today as a tribute to all fathers and daughters and that special bond of love that binds each to the other. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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