Monday, September 10, 2007

Love, Dad

You were formed
By My hands.
No one knows you
Better than I.

Every freckle, each scar.
The smallest speckle of
Gold in your eyes.
I made them all.

I Am beautiful,
So why would I make
You ugly, stupid, or anything less than perfect?
You are My image.

Consider the lilies of the field.
They are all alike,
But you are unique and
Special to Me.

Not one is like you,
You are who you are.
No evil can come from
My hands.

You are
My flower,
My angel,
My princess,
My little girl.

Your smile brightens
the Sun in the morning.
Let it shine all the time
To others.

Let them know My love,
And all the while,
Know and believe that
Daddy loves you.

All my love,
Dad

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