You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold
A precious gem is what you are
You're mommy's bright and shining star
You're the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree
You're the Easter bunny to mommy and me
You're sugar, you're spice, you're everything nice
And you're daddy's little girl
What a simple and perhaps even silly song and yet it echoes through my mind this morning as I remember the birth of our daughter, Rachel Elisabeth, and all the years that have passed since. Always, she will be “daddy’s little girl.” She is Daddy’s only little girl! Through the years, I’ve tried in various ways to express my love, thoughts and feelings about “Daddy’s Little Girl.” Here are a few of those attempts:
|Happy Birthday, Rachel....|
Unto me a child was born,
A daughter given.
I rejoiced then…
I rejoice still
In the wondrous gift of Rachel.
[Borrowing from James Whitcomb Riley, I wrote in 1982…]
As one who cons at evening
o’er an album, all alone,
And muses on the faces
of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the leaves of Fancy,
till in shadowy design,
I find the wondrous features of
that beautiful daughter of mine.
The lamplight seems to glimmer
with a flicker of surprise,
As I turn it low—to rest me
of the dazzle in my eyes.