Father-Daughter Dance

A breeze

Brushes softly through  her hair

She walks

Young and joyful, without a care

While he

Watches his daughter and sees

A joy

A feeling held in his memories


He could return to that place


Her to see that joy on his face

But, oh,

He does not realize that she does

When she

Looks across the meadow to the father she loves

He laughs

When she skips over and ask him to play


When she asks to stay there all day


With his daughter under the afternoon sun

While she

Is simply glad he’s joining in her fun


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