I remember the moment,
The day she was born,
When I carried her in my arms,
Nervous and unsure,
If I held her tight,
The rolling of tears,
And the moment of Pride
How I tried to comfort her,
As she cried & wriggled in my arms,
My loving little angel,
So gentle & fragile,
A moment so amazing,
To see my reflection so right,
As I touched her little fingers,
She caught them tight,
It was her Dad,
May be she did recognize,
Life’s more beautiful now,
As she takes her baby steps,
A delight to watch her grow,
Venturing me into a new role,
For my Bundle Of Joy,
And a Dad in the making…
