Dad's Little Girl

Before I was brought to this wold,

I knew his love for me was so.

For on a little square picture,

he wrote the wait was moving slow. 

He waded through my rife mood swings,

And talked me up when I was low. 

Tucked safely underneath his wing,

he taught me all there is to know. 

His memory, I'll always cling,

my love for him, will always grow.

Dad's little girl I'll always be. 

That, I can surely guarantee.