My Daddy's Eyes

I look into my Daddy’s eyes,

he softly hums a lullaby.

My tears have long since dried away –

I’d given up my fight to play

and with the gentle rocking sweep,

he’ll carry me to peaceful sleep.

*

I look into my Daddy’s eyes

and sit before him, fear disguised –

I knew my fate was surely sealed

when he got home from work and kneeled...

a sentence harsh, my punishment,

and to my room I slowly went.

*

I look into my Daddy’s eyes

and his approval was my prize,

for I had found a perfect man

that made me smile like no one can.

He knew that instant it was real

and gave permission – “seal the deal.”

*

I look into my Daddy’s eyes...

we say our silent, short goodbyes.

I know it’s best, the pain’s too much –

so scared I am to even touch,

for fear that I’ll remember well

the pain of this: our last farewell.

*

I look into my Daddy’s eyes –

they’re strong and wise, and never shy.

They’re hazel, brown, and sometimes green –

my own reflected back at me.

I stand before the mirror bright,

so ready now, all dressed in white.

*

I look into my Daddy’s eyes

now echoed in my son’s small size.

It seems a legacy’s begun,

my father’s love won’t be undone.

It’s passed from him, to me, to boy...

my Daddy’s eyes so full of joy.