Who is this stranger, So small, yet so loud, Who has entered my life And made me so proud? Why do I show pictures Of this stranger so much, To almost anyone I see, To check-out clerks and such? She'll look like her Mommy, Oh, Lord, I do pray. But, whenever I show Those pictures they say, "She looks like her Daddy!" Well, that's not too weird As long as she doesn't Grow a mustache and beard. I've adorned her with Teddy Bears And Raggedy Ann Dolls. I've decorated her room With cute things on the walls. Why this sudden fondness For ruffles and lace? Why can't I wipe this Smile off my face? How can a man So strong and so tall Be wrapped around fingers So delicate and small? She's disrupted my home
And my way of life.
She's infringed on the time
I would spend with my wife! |
Her nightly vigils Of hourly cries Are causing dark circles Around both my eyes. Yet, she has given Me so much more, A feeling unlike One I've e'er had before-- A feeling of purpose, A most challenging quest To teach guide and love, Letting God handle the rest. Oh, what a charge I felt in my soul As I witnessed my first-born's Body unfold. A tiny head full of hair And wee, little feet. Such narrow, slender hands So graceful and petite. While holding her first My heart beat so. While bathing her I thought To myself, "Does she know That Daddy loves her With all of his might?" Now I know what is meant By "Love at first sight" © June 1982 Inspired by the birth of Andréa Michelle, born on May 7, 1982 |
