Fathers hands

Born in her mothers whomb,
held so gently in fathers arms,
such grace and ease as a young third born child looks
up at the father with wide eyes and amazement,
as they take their first look into eachothers eyes feeled with wonder,
their hearts connect with a father daughter bond that binds around the
thorns of a rose...

As she grows she wispers, forever my father you will be and this bond
a daughter has for her father will forever be bound.

poem by Melissa Hatch
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