A Father's Love: From Cradle to Nine
In quiet nights, I still recall,
The tiny hands, the midnight calls,
Your head upon my shoulder lay,
As I swayed the sleepless hours away.
I rocked you gently, soft and slow,
To hush the cries only I could know,
Each heartbeat held a silent vow—
To love you then, to love you now.
I warmed the milk, I sang a song,
Held you close when nights were long,
Your fevered cheeks against my chest,
While I prayed for calm and peaceful rest.
The toys, the tales, the scattered shoes,
The sticky hands, the morning news
Interrupted by your laughter bright—
You were my joy, my guiding light.
Nine years now, how fast they flew,
From tiny steps to confident you.
Your ponytails, your curious gaze,
Have filled my soul in countless ways.
Business trips tore me apart,
Miles could not divide my heart.
I’d hold your drawings near to me,
And whisper wishes silently.
But nothing warms my heart so deep,
As when you curled your limbs in sleep,
Safe in my arms, the world outside,
Could never match my father’s pride.
Now you sleep with dreams your own,
And walk so much of life alone,
But still, my shoulders ache to hold
The girl I rocked in nights of gold.
Forever yours, in love and grace,
My little girl with a shining face.
Though years may pass and time may flee,
You'll always be a part of me.