Papa's Girls

His little girls smile at him

with unbridled joy

just cause it's him.

They don't care if he's old

or grey, or creaks a little

when he walks up the stairs.

They think he's funny

when he's just goofy.

And they play horsey

with a guy who is slow to get up

let alone catch a little girl.

They play games

and they snuggle with him.

Cause they love him

and he loves them.

They run to him when there's trouble

with Mom or Dad.

Though he won't interfere

it's nice to know

they think he might.

They like him to read them books

and he likes it too.

Because he loves books

and them.

They claim "his chair" as theirs

because all he has belongs to them

and we all know that.

They spill stuff

they break things

they're often noisy

don't always mind

sometimes sassy

and make him wonder

why he ever cared

about any of that.

His daughter was his sun

and moon and stars

rolled up into one.

And she still is

because of two little girls.