Born in her mothers whomb, <br />held so gently in fathers arms, <br />such grace and ease as a young third born child looks <br />up at the father with wide eyes and amazement, <br />as they take their first look into eachothers eyes feeled with wonder, <br />their hearts connect with a father daughter bond that binds around the <br />thorns of a rose... <br /> <br />As she grows she wispers, forever my father you will be and this bond <br />a daughter has for her father will forever be bound.<br /><br />Melissa Hatch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fathers-hands/
