Evelyn

I had this fantasy of mine.
So real, I felt it.
It is as to an unborn
child-a Daughter.
whose "being" was a
wonder worthy of
proclaiming.

Her arrival into the world
was momentous. Swallowing
all grief and misery.
Her tiny being so fragile, yet
so strong. I am overwhelmed.
As I swayed her lightly side-to-side,
her little finger sought to encircle
mine, and I could do naught but
mutter her name: "Evelyn."
A miracle bestowed
upon me.

Evy's infancy was life-revealing.
So much one can share with a
little girl.
Her smile so enchanting, her
comical guise so endearing,
her cry so exclaiming,
and her first word: "Dada,"
mind-blowing.
My fortunes are boundless.

Evy became a petite girl of six.
Her brightness matched her prettiness.
Memorising was a hobby.
Then is doll play.
The sight of her scampering
off to school as she
utters: "Daddy, luv you,"
each time leaves me
swooning with adoration..

Evy was in her teen years.
She was tall and lovely,
but strong-willed.
It was challenging, but daddy
is firm, nevertheless loving.
Her first date and first kiss
we both went through.
She is a friend I will
shield from all fiends,
for her worth knows no
end.

Evy was a college graduate.
A degree in Arts.
As she gallantly sauntered
on the podium to claim
her credit when called
upon, daddy was breathless
with an elating pride.

Evelyn; a woman.
A woman on the verge of
marriage to a man like
her father: caring, devoted
and handsome.
Walking her down the
aisle, I am enveloped in
a joy that manifest
in trickle of tears.
It was sheer happiness.

With this, I stirred from my reverie,
with a contentment for who
is to come with an
intense paternal instinct.