THAT BUTTERLY KISS


The memory will be with me forever.
At night when we were together.
I would read her a story just before bed.
And just before she laid down her head.
We would talk about our wonderful day.
And when we were done, she would always say.
"I love you daddy and always miss you this much."
As she stretched out her arms wide, our hearts would touch.
But before her eyes, eyes would go adrift.
She would smile, as her head would lift.
And as she whispered good night, she would do this.
She would flutter her lashes and give me that...

BUTTERFLY KISS

Joe Henn

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