Wednesday, April 13, 2011
My Strong One
She has always been a tough little girl,
one who falls, but rarely cries,
one who doesn't back away from
Who, even at seven,
knows how to defend her friends,
and her faith,
in ways that sometimes I do not.
Who, manages to be
strong and graceful all at the same time.
It is hard to watch
this strong little girl,
so fierce and feisty
on the outside,
Begin to crumble, after days without her daddy.
Who put on the brave face,
seemingly concerned only with forth-coming gifts
from the strange and foreign land
But the dam burst.
Upon seeing his face on the screen,
the tears came forth,
the gut-wrenching missing
The longing for her Daddy's arms
too much to bear.
Who is this daddy,
whom his daughters adore?
He is their
And I for one, am thankful
that their earthly father
reflects so much of the
That as they grow and know his love,
they also know
Linking with Tiffini for Word Women Wednesday
Emily for Imperfect Prose.