March its seems for now, <br />is how long we are going to wait; <br />Before we get to know, <br />what is the health, and my daughters fate. <br />Its tough to take my life, <br />and everything thats going on in stride; <br />My feelings and emotions, <br />I must be strong and keep inside. <br />My eight year old looks to me, <br />with eyes of a trusting soul; <br />Daddy will make everything ok. <br />Daddy will keep me whole. <br />I love my eight year old daughter, <br />much more then words can say; <br />Since most of this is out of my hands, <br />daily I kneel and pray. <br />Lord you love my daughter, <br />and I know your plan is true; <br />Today I give you my daughter, <br />and all that she is going through.<br /><br />Dwayne Bailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daughter-18/
