(A Daddy's Reflection)

You're my pretty girl,
all smiles with dimples and your hair a curl.
Then I turn around and,
just like that,
some fella's standing on the front door mat.
My little girl looks all grown up
and a little too **** in that hair and makeup.
She fills me with pride
and not just her looks,
she's sweet and kind and a wiz with the books.
But most of all,
I hold her in esteem because she has a good heart
and Christ is her King.
So, I smile, giver her a hug,
look him in his eye;
then say a quiet prayer and kiss her goodbye.

©1997 Michael S. Davis