Husband Poem

A woman writes a letter to the father of her daughter. It is an impassioned plea to not waste an opportunity. The opportunity is to love your daughter, and to love her now before it is too late.

...Before It Is To Late......

© Angela M. Higuera
If you’re going to love your daughter, please love her now while she's young and can know all the sweet tender feelings a father is suppose to show.

Love your little girl, while she is living. Do not wait until she is forever gone.
Then you will have to carve it into marble, your warm loving words on ice cold stone.

If you ever have sweet thoughts about her, why not whisper them into her sweet little ears.

Don't you think it would make her happy to know her father is willing to watch her grow?

Please don't wait until she is sleeping and never to be woken.

Then there will be miles of the earth between you and her.
Then your little girl will not hear your words, and if she does it will be too late to respond because she will be gone!
If you want to love your little girl, then love her now.

You can teach her things I am unable to, and she’ll have plenty of time to get to know her father, before another gets to know her

There is a tender little heart around you; thank God she’s too young to know. She is waiting for your love.

Why withhold from your little girl what God has given you to give her... love and fatherly guidance.

So if you’re going to love her, love her now!

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Published: Feb 2006

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