Step-Father and Step-Daughter

Nikki

Will she thinks of me as she’s tucked into bed
A chuckle and smile as the pillow meets her head
Bedtime stories that I used to read
Bears and Birds and Squirrels in trees
Things upon which a three year old dreams
Will she think of me as the moon joins the stars
How it’s chuck full of cheese
Little green men up on Mars
How little we are, great big is the world
But only as big as little imaginations sure are
Will she think of me as she opens her eyes
A moment of stretches, of yawns and sighs
Chasing feet through pant legs
Coats and mittens on cold days
Twice the time getting ready, I like it that way
Will she think of me when a friend speaks of Dad
Does she see me as a father, as just her Dad
A man who held her and hugged her
And wiped away her sad tears
I’ll think of her for the rest of my years

2 thoughts on “Nikki”

  1. What a moving, soft, tender poem/story that you wrote. Of course she’ll remember you. All kids remember
    those who loved them, held them and told them they were always loved.

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