Daddy’s Little Girl

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.