We played with Barbies on the floor.
We watched the Cubs while keeping score.
A million memories, maybe more,
I’ve made with my three girls.
Seems like last week that they were five.
Their big wheels made them feel alive.
And then I taught them how to drive.
That’s when my hair turned white.
But looking back I must confess.
Although, at times, they’ve caused me stress,
they bring me joy. I have been blessed
by those who call me Dad.
Daughters pull your heart strings tight.
They are a source of pure delight.
And when I close my eyes at night,
I thank the Lord for them.