He remembers her
a little girl
changing her
(she changing him)
her first steps
to him
unsure
but certain
her laughter
(his crying)
tears
(the sheer pleasure of her)
all she had to do
was exist
to be his happiness.
He remembers
her little kiss
the tiny hand upon his face
remembers all
the people
she has ever been
his growing daughter
child to teenager
the young woman
she was becoming
dead
at 18.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-my-pretty-one-for-my-dad/
