I wrote this in my head as I watched my seven-year-old daughter, Iszabella, play her first softball game.
Through the chain link fence,
I see a little girl.
She's playing in the outfield.
Playing in her own little world.
She keeps glancing over,
making sure Daddy's still there.
I kiss my hand and blow on it,
Sending her kisses in the air.
Whenever I feel down, I think of my children and realize how fortunate I am to be their father.
6 comments:
Your daughter loved that you wrote about her playing softball with a big smile on her face. That alone is reason enough to keep on writing.
i have done this at every baseball/football game of the boys...like i said before...all's they want is your time...warms my heart to know that when i'm no longer here...they know mom was there. xo twinsmom68
Wow...Incredible site...I know your daughter! I think she nows me too...What a tiny world we live in!
Aileen
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ticorayserg
Nice idea with this site its better than most of the rubbish I come across.
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This one is absouloutly priceless.
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