Fingers
by cricketjeff on February 6, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Four tiny fingers hold my soul in awe
In all the years when she is fully grown
No man will ever love this lady more
A tiny crinkled face that shines like fire
Has won my heart in ways I can’t believe
A love not born of amorous desire
And something only parents can conceive
A score or more of years have past since then
And still I feel her fingers hold my hand
A father is the luckiest of men
In ways no other man can understand
One day perhaps these feelings will repeat
And as a grandad life will seem complete
Author notes
Still subject to revision
In my (English) English accent more and awe are perfect rhymes, I am looking for a rhyming pair that will work for all readers.