He reaches in and pulls her close andwhispers..
He whispers his love,
his devotion,
his dedication to her before he leaves for work.
He's whispered these same
words in my ear for the past 18 years
so I know what he's saying.
I smile as I see her giggle but inside
I know what it means.
A fathers love
A fathers devotion
A fathers time
A fathers words
We are his world
and he is ours.
She shall surely never
pass the doorway
of doubt concerning her fathers love.
He says it everyday.
You have to believe.
We're bathed in it.
His love words.
He turns to leave and I wish
he could stay. Our home is
better when he is here.
Our love deeper
Our cup fuller.
But he leaves and works
and calls and whispers
the same love over the phone lines..
His little girl misses him
through out the day
and she calls just to hear her daddies voice.
He doesn't mind
I hear him answer
and she says "Daddy, when are you coming home?"
and he says
"soon Flower,
I'll be home soon"....
2 comments:
Robin,
Thanks for your recent blog comment.
I am browsing yours now and am thoroughly enjoying it.
The landslides are 5 hours east of us. Thanks for asking.
Blessings on your beautiful family. May you go out with joy and be led forth in peace today.
Mama in Uganda (Summer)
Robin,
You have such a talent for writing!You make everyday life seem so beautiful. Hope you are enjoying your week!
Tina
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