Daughter's Hero

I look and wonder, 

At my daughter,

I extend my hand to gently lift her,

She looks at me, 

Her expressive eyes twinkling 

With a smile,

Sometimes her expression 

Asks, who I am,

Life will never be the same,

For me,

With my daughter around,

Never will be there a dull moment,

In my life with her around,

Her every moment,  movement,

A delight to watch.

As she grows,  I await to hear,

Her utter the words, papa,

Music to my ears.

As I share the joyful moments

Of fatherhood,

I will stand with her on every step,

As she walks toward her future,

Her father, her friend, her teacher.

All the way in her life.

Together we will share our lives,

 Watched by her indulgent mother,

A quail sitting on her heart

 singing the song of

 motherhood.

I will guide her when she walks,

In to a world awaiting 

Her footsteps.

My daughter will turn around;

And see her father standing there,

Always covering her back

To protect 

she will understand and say;

with pride in her eyes

My father my hero.

Her Father, her friend, her mentor in her journey of life.