Daughter's Hug

I couldn't just write about sons, so here is one for daughters. They
are the best huggers in the world.


A Daughter’s Hug


Daughters love hugs and fathers need’m not miss,
a splendid wedding cooked in heaven and bliss.

Their squeeze a present and heavenly trace,
a great big ribbon streamer, a valentine delicate paper and lace.

Daughters look past your eyes, right to your soul’s vine.
Daughters are ambassadors to Sincerity's genuine.

Five Year Old Daughters, precious experts at little gifts for free,
the death till you part, Christmas tree.

Little Threes carefully track the path of dad,
take a step back, they are right there and glad.

The hug of a Six is precious and tender, sugar and good,
like an angel without wings, removed if they could.

When clouds are thick and you need guard from alarm,
a hug of a daughter is a spot of sunshine warm.

Twelve year olds are the first sign of spring and crocus,
a haven and shelter for the stressed and the anxious.

Really, the Creator of skips and hops of a carefree four year old,
bested themselves when created her hug and arm gold.

Daughters are precious to this earth,
but to Dad, they are quite and rather the universe of worth.