I wasn't there when you were born Daddy was struggling to get better I met you six months ago for the first time.
I missed your first steps and your first giggle. I missed your first word by only a week.
Your big brown eyes stared up at me I could tell you were afraid who is this strange man in this strange bed? I guess being in the hospital with wires all attached to me wasnt the best place to meet.
I'll let you in on a secret. I was afraid too. what if she doesnt like me? What if I fail her?
But you reached out to me with your short little one year old arms and I held out my hand to meet yours Your little hand in mine so tiny, so Fragile.
Being one you don't know any better You reached out your other hand and touched my left eye where the scars still Stand out
You didnt cry or try and run away You looked thoughtful the way only one years olds can. does that mean you accepted me?
I missed out on some of the important firsts But that day with you in my arms touching my face I promised myself
I would never miss another first again.
Me and my daughters mother were seperated, she was still pregnant when she left. she told me that she didnt want a drug addict in her childs life. I didnt even know that I was having a daughter yet. But I guess when I got shot and it didnt look like I was going to pull through my friends got in conntact with her and she and my daughter and stepdaughter came to see me I got to hold my daughter for the first time.