On the morn that you were born.
A seed was planted, an acorn.
With love and guidance you grew.
Even when punished I loved you.
I am you father like no other.
When needed was even a mother.
You my child with hair of gold,
you grew up wild, brave and bold.
Born you were the first daughter,
and yes, also first granddaughter.
Girlish things weren't in you heart
Tomboy born, yes from the start.
While I think of things you did,
love for each other never was hid.
Things in you at times are wild.
Yes you were born a special child.
Remember the boys and that ball bat.
Remember the glove and the Braves hat.
Remember the look they had of surprise.
A girl can out hit them with green eyes.
Somewhere along the path, the boys came.
prior to the change they were lame.
Boys at the door. boys on phone
Wow that struck the funny bone.
Sneaking in a late night call.
yes dear I remember it all.
Pleasant and sad memories too.
All reasons that I love you.
Hair of gold and eyes of green.
My sweet babe is now nineteen.
Now the young woman in you.
Dear Daughter I LOVE YOU!!!
�Mike Dimond 1999
M.W. Dimond 9-7-99 copyright
