"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep."

Friday, July 18, 2008

Where Did The Years Go

July 18, 1982

Little blond curls, so soft and sweet
always waiting, at the door to greet.
With hugs and kisses, a playful grin
you stole my heart, again and again.

The years flew by, you grew too fast
before I knew it, time had passed.
No longer a child, longing to play
all but the memory, had gone away.

But no matter the time, pass as it may
I’ll always remember that special day.
When into my world, you chose to be
and in picking a Father, you picked me.

So celebrate my child, and never forget
I’m still your Dad, and I’m not done yet.
That little blond girl, with curls galore
resides in my heart forever more.

Happy Birthday Abbey!


Fe-lady said...

Sweet...and happy birthday to daughter!

Faithful Soles said...

Great poem and happy birthday to your daughter. My "little girl" is almost 20 now, and I cherish those days when she was so small just as I love watching her grow into a young adult.

Anne said...

Your children are so fortunate to have a father who offers so much of himself in his poetic "gifts."

Tim said...

Thank you all for your kind words.