The water chills my legs and feet. <br />But Papa's hand fills my heart with heat. <br />The waters are scary and swifted, <br />but Papa's hand keeps me lifted. <br />Papa's hand, pressed up against mine, <br />It's just another glorious sign, <br />Of the love that is innertwined. <br />Between a girl and her Papa. <br />A love that is undescribable, <br />A love that is much reliable. <br />I am so happy and proud to be his Granddaughter. <br />I hold Papa's hand as we again cross the waters. <br />I begin to wish there were more waters to cross, <br />His hands are so warm, amazing and strong. <br />I watch as he catches yet another fish. <br />If I had just one single wish, <br />One simple command, <br />I would ask to stay here forever, holding Papa's hands.<br /><br />Alyssa Marquardt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/papa-s-hand/
