Aug 27.09 Poem by Nathanael Verrill

Aug 27.09



the birth of a daughter
afects a man
from the time he first sees
her little hands.

one tiny hand thats filled with a fathers finger
grasped tight, yet gentle.
Her eyes still closed. She knows he's there
His eyes don't blink, yet close in deep
admiration;
He has been part of lifes creation.

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