Cristy

CRISTY

Do you remember when you were small?

How sometimes when you would fall:

And tears would drop on cherub cheeks,

A cry for Daddy to come and speak,

Those magic words of comfort and cheer,

For a skinned knee and a stubborn tear.

But now the tear’s in Daddy’s eye,

And it’s all I can do not to cry,

For what kind word or magic play,

Could suffice the heart that hurts today?

The joy and sorrow come trickling down,

As you the woman stands in her wedding gown,

For my mind has trouble accepting change,

Though there you stand to receive the ring;

So I suppose I should understand,

How in the future you’ll be with this young man,

And you shall never be no more again,

My little girl who cried with pain,

O’er a broken doll or a skinned knee,

Those memories are now kept in eternity,

I’ll remember you laughter when you were at play,

And try not to weep, on this, your wedding day.

DAD