Daddy! This is ..., I just called to say hello
"My Daddy's not home" I heard her say
My one -Year- old made her first call home this Day
And those are the words she had to say
It broke my heart that we weren't there to take her call
To hear her say the words she had practiced in School that Day
As I listened to her voice recorded
My heart clenched as if within a fist
I wore a scowl and her Father had a grin
Because our Daughters words to his delight
Was captured on tape to my chagrin
And I heard her clearly say
Daddy this is ..., I just called to say hello
Our little Baby girl you see had called to talk to him
As I sputtered in righteous indignation
And gave voice to my opinions
"Mother's, carries the scars, for month's"
I glared, "we give them life"
"And from me, she gets the best of everything"
She is me and I am her
I wipe her nose and all the rest
I held her close and rocked her at my chest
Yet the child loves her Daddy best
Again I listen to my Daughters tiny voice
I heard my baby girl loud and clear
How fragile the sound
In it, I heard the shattering of expectation, of hope
Her need, her despair, and her disappointment
Cause her Daddy wasn't there
As we listened again just once more
Her Father made a vow to his little Girl that Day
To be her hero again
Come what may
Disclaimer: Scars is a metaphor for the discomfort's associated with labor. Not necessarily visible.
"Come what may" as defined- No matter what.
She is me and I am her as defined- She is my daughter we share that common bond.
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