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Progression


Tiny 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.

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