by: Leo Lawton
July 21, 2003
With long hair flying in the breeze,
she runs to me with careless ease,
She says “I’m glad you’re home,
I love you papa”.
With eyes so bright and big and bold,
she’s such a beauty to behold,
She says “please play wth me,
I love you papa”.
We wrestle on the parlor floor,
until I can’t take it any more,
She says “we sure have fun,
I love you papa”.
Soon a teenager she will be,
she’ll forget all about the likes of me,
but I’ll hear in my memory,
“I love you papa”.