Dad’s Two Promises To His Little Angel

Dads Two Promises To His Little Angel short poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

The moment you appeared
in my life to brighten it
you took my breath away
and stole away all darkness
I could feel that
you were the gift of god
with an angelic power
my thirsty eyes began to shed
tears of joy and happiness
you stole my heart with every beat
the most precious gift
from the heaven
were you for your Daddy to love
beyond any doubt
I promised to you that
your Dad would always be there
to catch you if you fall
and another promise
I made to my barbie doll
that Dad’s little angel
you would always be
now will you promise me that
when your Dad
would be an old age frame tomorrow
at that moment also
you would be Dad’s little angel only

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