On Being a Father…

I remember the moment, The day she was born, When I carried her in my arms, Nervous and unsure, If I held her tight, The rolling of tears, And the moment of Pride How I tried to comfort her, As she cried & wriggled in my arms, My loving little angel, So gentle & fragile, A moment so amazing, To see my reflection so right, As I touched her little fingers, She caught them tight, It was her Dad, May be she did recognize, Life’s more beautiful now, As she takes her baby steps, A delight to watch her grow, Venturing me into a new role, For my Bundle Of Joy, And a Dad in the making…