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Saturday, September 10, 2016

A Poem: Father & Daughter

This humid Pennsylvania afternoon I laid my head to rest. 
My son Carmen, in his crib, lays sleeping so when he wakes, he will be his very best.

But something else.
Something more
Captured my attention on this lazy afternoon.
The compassion of a 3 year old, my daughter, was in full bloom.

I felt the touch of her small hands as I lay, 
And peaked with one eye so observe what I may.

Over to the corner to grab a warm, cozy, blanket she goes...
Covering dad, from his head down to his toes.

I sat still and watched her closely while hiding my face,
All the while inside of my chest sat a fluttering heart because of her grace.

There is something special about a father and his daughter, they say... 
It reminds us of a bit of heaven on earth, and that is what I experienced today.

Written for Isabella Grace.

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