My Daughter

I’m waiting for my daughter, like the Spring
When blossoms have replaced the winter snow
When birds return to treetops and they sing
I feel my daughter’s warmth, and then I know
She’ll soon be here; she’s waited long enough
I love the way she comforts me within
To be without her kisses, life is tough
I want to hold her hand, to feel her skin
She’ll put her hand in mine and let me squeeze
As softly as I can; I want to feel
Her breath upon my face as she says, “Please
Oh, daddy, let me stay with you, for real!”
The Spring will come; the sun will shine on me
And by its light, my daughter I will see.

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