He remembers her <br />a little girl <br /> <br /> changing her <br />(she changing him) <br /> <br />her first steps <br />to him <br /> <br />unsure <br />but certain <br /> <br />her laughter <br />(his crying) <br /> <br />tears <br />(the sheer pleasure of her) <br /> <br />all she had to do <br />was exist <br /> <br />to be his happiness. <br /> <br />He remembers <br />her little kiss <br /> <br />the tiny hand upon his face <br /> <br />remembers all <br />the people <br />she has ever been <br /> <br />his growing daughter <br />child to teenager <br /> <br />the young woman <br />she was becoming <br /> <br />dead <br />at 18.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-my-pretty-one-for-my-dad/
