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Daddy, Comb My Hair
Posted on June 20, 2015 at 10:25 PM |
This is a dedication to all the Father's on Father's Day. Be Blessed.
Daddy Comb My Hair
The door swings wide,
there's a bright smile yet a serious stare.
In the doorway stood my little girl,
"Daddy, can you comb my hair?"
I see the comb and a bow in her hand.
She's kidding, to myself I thought,
To actually comb my daughter's hair,
This is one thing I cannot.
Afraid to try but I will attempt the task
As I pointed to the place.
Where she was to sit between my legs
The actions of my mother I will aim to trace.
With caution, I sectioned out her mane,
This was a teaching moment that we both shared.
For each stroke of the comb represented my love.
A role model of someone who cares.
I realized my fear was mere ignorance,
It was my actions that will be the reflection.
How to be treated by someone declaring their love.
Will weigh heavily on my daughter's male selection.
A future queen she will become
The expectation will be compared.
So if ever questioned by her King,
She'll respond, "Because my Daddy combed my hair."
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