Year one almost down,
Not a constant frown.
Grins reveal she’s happy.
Still, no laughs for Daddy.
Trying my best tricks,
Including slapstick.
She wonders and she stares,
I sense laughter in there.
Sister brings giggles,
I just get wiggles.
Brother is like Father,
We both just try harder.
Soon she will crumble,
Belly will rumble.
Sheer joy will fill my heart,
I can’t wait ‘til she starts.
Greater laughter still,
I pray is God’s will.
To take the narrow path,
Is a promise to laugh.
Even if none here,
But joyous laughs there,
Happy will be this dad,
If Abba makes her glad!
Syndrome has some say,
Until that great day.
The curse no longer known,
She laughs before His throne.
2 comments:
joyful, sad, hopeful -- all the more meaningful knowing your family and Lilly.
What an amazing, loving, sad, hopeful, anticipating poem. Your poems to your children are beautiful! I know they will cherish them and that Patty does too! Can't wait to see you guys soon (we are moving to Manhattan KS in a few days).
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