The Fifth Poem

There may be a story behind this poem to my daughter.

Princess

To my Sweet Princess,

Years ago you asked me to call you Princess.
Because you are my princess, I did, and still do.

I smile when I hear you sing along to music in the car.
Your voice is becoming beautiful.

You make me proud, when I take you to important events;
Weddings, Bat Mitzvas, school events.
You can be taken “out in public.”
Everyone comments on the elegant lady you are.

Your beautiful caring spirit shows through
Everyone comments on the beautiful woman you are becoming.

I see your strength
your empathy
your loyalty.
You are a true friend, and those around you are blessed
Blessed to boast that you are their friend.

You see the hurt your friends feel
And help them mend, help them smile again.
When I’m feeling hurt
I picture your face,
Remember the music of your laughter, and
I smile again.

My life is more fulfilling
because you are in it.

Years ago you asked me to call you Princess.
Because you are my princess, I did, and still do.

Dad