To My Daughter

My hands are large, and yours are small

I forget sometimes, how unsure they are

In a home for adults, you make your way

There are times I get angry, when you spill drink on the floor

Sometimes I’m impatient, when your strides don’t match mine

Hurry up, don’t spill that, are words I often say

Then I remember, you’re trying your best

You find wonder in the strangest things

You remind me to look through eyes of a child

Butterflies dancing together, are a wonderful sight

An aeroplane in the sky, has you running outside

A rainbow has a pot of gold at the end

Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy

You believe in them all, with wide-eyed wonder

I teach you everyday, and you teach me

I show you my world, and you show me yours

When old age takes me, and my memory fails

I pray the memories of you are the last to go