Sitting with in the knowledge that never before have I been able to see the gift of happiness achieved. Never having to search further then behind closed eye and quieted mind. What I know of love only she with the tiniest of heart gives in amounts that almost bursts my own. How does she whole heartedly give without fear. Thoughts of her fill once dried heart and eyes with flawless tears. Happiness is just to hear her voice that pierces through the solid coldness of sorrow filled years. Needing so much from she whom is so little. Neither worth or deserving of her. She looks past the shell into the soul that she restore to whole. She has given me more in the short time since her first breath then I could ever repay. I watch her come into the world with such peace. Confused but knowing I was loved and loved in return. Never having a title or sir name until I was transformed from father Da Da. Happiness and purpose achieved in the matter that fills my being I call daughter.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 19:00:53 +0000
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