The Girl
She looked at him with unsullied wide eyes blue
She’d never loved or would a man so much, so long.
She trusted him. He loved her and he was her world. And she his.
She knew no other man nor men knew her and all was pure, as she was too.
She just knew him, his healing word his gentle kiss his soft brief touch and all he had
he gave, and all she took and wanted more, for all was safe in those, his guarding arms.
She loved to laugh and he did too in those the days when she felt small
She thought he was a force at times not man, but just for her and to her all his love he gave.
She shone to him, the life he’d made. Now she gave him love for life, her gift to him
She was his life and would give his for her, should shadow cross their path.
She never thought that he’d do bad or break her trust or worse her heart
She could not know that life is hard or that man is flawed for all his will.
She would know but not today, today or now, tomorrow holds its secret sorrows still for her.
She holds his hand as on they go, the sunshine's bright on wide eyes blue, the girl, her
dad, as one. For now.
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