to my daughter
In the pages of my aging mind
one thing still is clear.
It's the precious look of my little girl
a memory I hold so dear.
That precious look smiles up at me
with innocence oh so true.
I couldn't help but be amazed
how God was blessing you.
And though I see that precious look
in my mind from way back then,
it all becomes so real to me
in your daughter's face again.
So once again I have to marvel
how this could really be,
that when I look into her face
your precious look I see.
to my wife
Where is the patter of little feet,
the cheery faces we would meet,
the quiet voices saying please,
or the tender bodies we would squeeze?
And where are the tiny hands at play,
the laughter that we heard each day,
or the innocent words from a little tongue
...where are those things that kept us young?
They're all still here yet don't you know,
our little children just had to grow.
They're grown up now as it should be
and all because of you and me.
Sometimes it's sad how life moves on
but yet I'm glad the past is gone,
because it means that we can be
together again...just you and me.