I am my father’s daughter:
With olive complexion
And perfectly straight toes,
A deep hearty laugh
And a love for animals.
I am my father’s daughter:
Often too sensitive for my own good,
Trusting what people tell me,
Making time to help others,
Spending little time at home.
I am my father’s daughter:
Running back inside to check the stove,
Running upstairs for something I’d forgotten,
Running the clock to the last possible second,
Running out of time to do all I want to do.
I am my father’s daughter:
Always singing in the car,
Always watching the movie classics,
Happy to get my hands dirty in the garden,
Happy to visit the shore to inhale the ocean.
I am my father’s daughter:
Surely I know I was his favorite,
He leaned heavily on me, counted on me,
He never worried that I wouldn’t come through,
Surely, I worried that I could not be so perfect…
I am my father’s daughter
With olive complexion
And perfectly straight toes,
A deep hearty laugh
And a love for animals.
I am my father’s daughter:
Often too sensitive for my own good,
Trusting what people tell me,
Making time to help others,
Spending little time at home.
I am my father’s daughter:
Running back inside to check the stove,
Running upstairs for something I’d forgotten,
Running the clock to the last possible second,
Running out of time to do all I want to do.
I am my father’s daughter:
Always singing in the car,
Always watching the movie classics,
Happy to get my hands dirty in the garden,
Happy to visit the shore to inhale the ocean.
I am my father’s daughter:
Surely I know I was his favorite,
He leaned heavily on me, counted on me,
He never worried that I wouldn’t come through,
Surely, I worried that I could not be so perfect…
I am my father’s daughter