The Surrogate

Quickpaws
My child's still a baby.
She's only eight years old.
Her Dad now walks with Jesus
On the streets of purest gold.

She doesn't have her Daddy,
But there's one that she adores.
He loves her like his very own.
His arms are open doors.

She's drawn just like a magnet
When she sees his friendly smile.
He lifts her up into his arms
To hold her for awhile.

He strokes her hair and kisses her,
And hugs her oh so tight.
If something's wrong in Tiffy's world,
His touch can make it right.

The two of them add up to one.
His love is like the rain,
Pouring down upon her
And relieving all her pain.

She treasures him with all her heart.
He loves her through and through.
My baby's blessed to have a friend
Whose love is ALWAYS true.

Published by Quickpaws

I was born in Madrid, Spain, but grew up in California. I also spent five years in Somalia, East Africa. I run a craft business that involves beaded jewelry, cedar gifts, and custom signs. I'm actively in...  View profile

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