Daddy Was There

As a child I grasped for the strongest of hands,
To hold me in times of despair.
When I’d reach for the sky, for the hands I would hold,
I always found Daddy was there.

I grew just a little and life felt confused,
But I knew who I’d turn to and share.
There were arms to hold when those ears would listen.
And of course then my Daddy was there.

Things always change as time speeds by,
But we cope through love, laughter and prayer.
Yet one thing is constant in all that I am.
I’m me, because Daddy was there.


-Wendy L Kohlhoff
© 2002