Born in her mothers whomb,
held so gently in fathers arms,
such grace and ease as a young third born child looks
up at the father with wide eyes and amazement,
as they take their first look into eachothers eyes feeled with wonder,
their hearts connect with a father daughter bond that binds around the
thorns of a rose...

As she grows she wispers, forever my father you will be and this bond
a daughter has for her father will forever be bound.

Melissa Hatch

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fathers-hands/