My Daughter Says

My daughter say’s “ga, ga goo”

But what she means is “I love you”

Or perhaps she needs a nappy change,

The look upon her face is strange.

Damn, is this a poo-face or sick-face?

Take a gamble and then it’s a race.

But either way it ends in a mess,

Baby wipes out and another change of dress.

My frustration builds and I echo her screams

And my mind feels as though it is tearing at the seams

The sleep deprivation is taking it’s toll

I fight to maintain my last bit of control.

And then she looks up at me with her baby blue eyes,

My anger and frustration fades and then dies

And my heart swells with pride as she whispers my name,

“Dad” – with that one word nothing’s ever the same.