I wasn't there when you were born
Daddy was struggling to get better
I met you six months ago
for the first time.
I missed your first steps
and your first giggle.
I missed your first word
by only a week.
Your big brown eyes stared up at me
I could tell you were afraid
who is this strange man in this strange bed?
I guess being in the hospital
with wires all attached to me
wasn't the best place to meet.
I'll let you in on a secret.
I was afraid too.
what if she doesn't like me?
What if I fail her?
But you reached out to me
with your short little one year old arms
and I held out my hand to meet yours
Your little hand in mine
so tiny, so Fragile.
Being one you don't know any better
You reached out your other hand
and touched my left eye
where the scars still Stand out
You didn't cry
or try and run away
You looked thoughtful
the way only one years olds can.
does that mean you accepted me?
I missed out on some of the important firsts
But that day with you in my arms touching my face
I promised myself
I would never miss another first again.
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(Me and my daughters mother were separated, she was still pregnant when she left. she told me that she didn't want a drug addict in her child's life. I didn't even
know that I was having a daughter yet. But I guess when I got shot and it didn't look like I was going to pull through my friends got in contact with her and she and my daughter and stepdaughter came to see me I got to hold my daughter for the first time.)
