so far charted that I doubt I can
remember the journey.
lost in all her findings,
beautiful in all her discoveries
and I am jealous of her innocence.
across the floors
with a box, dragging in her hand
and she whines
for a look into its contents.
full of wonderment
and I sink to the kitchen floor
and hope that I could walk with her.
and it's as if she's never laughed before
her heart knows only what it misses
she kisses me
puckered lips, she leans in to give me
such a sweet gesture of love
my first daughter, my after-work joy,
my love-laugh bundle
full of more excitement than I knew existed.
She Is My First Daughter
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Published: February 2006