Squeak squeak

At first I thought it strange


noises coming from the kitchen


knowing you should be sound asleep


and so I blew it off until


same sound echoed down the hall


and then I sat up wondering.


Slowly I removed myself from bed


tiptoed down the hall to look and see


and there you were, dancing


barefoot on the tiles, squeak -squeak.


I smiled a smile that speaks


a thousand thoughts instantly


taking in the beauty of each swirl


that only a father gets to see.


You may never know my little girl


how much love you gave me that night


but magic was in the air along with


a memory that burns true and bright.


Then you became like a kaleidoscope


that changed before my very eyes


but squeaky bare feet shall always be


the daughter I love continually.


I miss you so much..

burn baby burn

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