Who is that coming down the stair,
Tip-toeing softly to my chair,
Clad in pajamas, pink and bright,
Coming to kiss her Dad good night.
Littlest angel in disguise,
Trying to take me by surprise,
Breathless with laughter, pert and smart,
Welcoming love with all her heart.
The final rush and delighted squeal,
The living proof that love is real,
The lap-held hug and warm embrace—
The memory Time can’t erase.
Now, little lady, off to bed;
Mind you, make sure your prayers are said.
Mother and I, with love, will keep
Watch over you while you’re asleep.
© Richard Williams