August 8 1972 my first daughter was born
Holding her in my arms for the first time
I knew that she was my reason for living
This was the happiest day of my entire life
Though she had to wear a brace on her legs
Due to them being dislocated during birth
To me she was a perfect little angel
And the most beautiful baby ever born
Home from the hospital and into our room
I spent every second I could with her
Changing dirty diapers I didn't mind
When she smiled at me, my spirits soared
The first time I took her to the park alone
Women gathered around to ooh and aah
And tell me what a beautiful baby she was
My little angel would smile and coo, a little prima donna
Soon my perfect little angel was walking
And getting into a little mischief
No meant yes and don't meant do
Being her father was a full time job
And what a job it was, with overtime
No pay but hearing 'I love you daddy'
More than made up for that
I was the richest man on earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
v true...the joy that a kid brings makes us forget all the sorrows in our life!