For My Little Annie!
Momma always called you
"Our little butterfly!"
My Daughter's Garden
My little girl, was oh, so proud,
Of a garden, that only she had made,
There planted, were daisies, buttercups and daffodils,
And many more of a different shade.
She pulled the weeds and raked the ground,
It was tended to her greatest perfection.
She dreamed of the day they would be in bloom,
And she knew that God would give His protection.
My little girl was at school, you see,
And all the way home she dreamed,
Of the flower bed, that was all her own,
But it took so long to grow, it seemed.
Then one day, after school was out,
Running home to her garden, she found,
That all the seeds, she had planted,
Had poked their little green heads above the ground.
The joy she had, could not be believed,
And each day after school, it was her delight,
To run to her garden, to see how it grew,
And it wasn't long before buds were in sight.
Oh, the dreams of her garden,
Were being fulfilled as she knew,
And it wouldn't be long for flowers to appear,
Of the most beautiful colors..even royal blue!
Now like some dreams, that sometimes end,
And are shattered to our horrid belief,
Our little girl found, after her day at school,
A pain in heart that could find no relief.
The beautiful garden she tended with care,
Was all gone and the ground was so bare.
For her father, so busy, and quite unaware,
That his little girl planted a garden there.
He had cleaned the backyard, of leaves and things,
Then raked the ground, as he though he should,
He destroyed the garden of his little girl,
Now, he would replace it, if only he could.
Now the sorrow that he has felt,
These many years that have gone by,
For the joy that he took from his little girl that day,
Brings deep sorrow and a tear to his eye.
I hope some day amends can be made,
And I can show my little girl my sorrow,
I know I'm forgiven, and the hurt keeps on living,
But I'll always be there for you on the 'morrow.
Your Old Dad
Of a garden, that only she had made,
There planted, were daisies, buttercups and daffodils,
And many more of a different shade.
She pulled the weeds and raked the ground,
It was tended to her greatest perfection.
She dreamed of the day they would be in bloom,
And she knew that God would give His protection.
My little girl was at school, you see,
And all the way home she dreamed,
Of the flower bed, that was all her own,
But it took so long to grow, it seemed.
Then one day, after school was out,
Running home to her garden, she found,
That all the seeds, she had planted,
Had poked their little green heads above the ground.
The joy she had, could not be believed,
And each day after school, it was her delight,
To run to her garden, to see how it grew,
And it wasn't long before buds were in sight.
Oh, the dreams of her garden,
Were being fulfilled as she knew,
And it wouldn't be long for flowers to appear,
Of the most beautiful colors..even royal blue!
Now like some dreams, that sometimes end,
And are shattered to our horrid belief,
Our little girl found, after her day at school,
A pain in heart that could find no relief.
The beautiful garden she tended with care,
Was all gone and the ground was so bare.
For her father, so busy, and quite unaware,
That his little girl planted a garden there.
He had cleaned the backyard, of leaves and things,
Then raked the ground, as he though he should,
He destroyed the garden of his little girl,
Now, he would replace it, if only he could.
Now the sorrow that he has felt,
These many years that have gone by,
For the joy that he took from his little girl that day,
Brings deep sorrow and a tear to his eye.
I hope some day amends can be made,
And I can show my little girl my sorrow,
I know I'm forgiven, and the hurt keeps on living,
But I'll always be there for you on the 'morrow.
Your Old Dad
Butterfly Kisses
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven,
and she's Daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes
And I thank God for all of the joy in my life,
oh but most of all...
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
Walk beside the pony Daddy,
it's my first ride
I know the cake looks funny Daddy,
but I sure tried
Oh with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning,
and butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet sixteen today
She's looking like her Mama,
a little more everyday.
One part woman, the other part girl
To perfume and makeup,
from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings out in a great big world
But I remember...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
You know how much I love you Daddy,
but if you don't mind
I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time.
With all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning,
and butterfly kisses at night. All the precious time,
Oh, like the wind the years go by.
Precious butterfly,
Spread your wings and fly.
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise, and I'll give her away.
Standing in the brideroom just staring at her
She asks me what I'm thinking, and I said
I'm not sure. I just feel like
I'm losing my baby girl,
And she leaned over...
Gave me butterfly kisses
with her Mama there
Sticking little white flowers
all up in her hair.
Walk me down the aisle Daddy,
it's just about time.
Does my wedding gown look pretty Daddy?
Daddy, don't cry.
Oh, with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right.
To deserve her love every morning,
and butterfly kisses.
I couldn't ask God for more,
than this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go,
but I'll always remember...
Every hug in the morning,
and butterfly kisses.
(music and lyrics of
"Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle)
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