Why I Help Her

I don't help her out of guilt.
I don't help her because I must.
I don't help her out of
a misplaced lack of trust.
It's not that a sense
of paranoia overtakes me.
It's not that potential
self-sufficient independence shakes me.
It's not that I have to
help and be there for her.
It's that I love her so much
I will help her with any endeavor.
It's that the love I have
will overflow in any possible
way one could imagine
because it is improbable.
Even I could not dream
I would love or even care
for my little girl this way,
the one who is always there.
She always has a smile
when I have a frown.
She always has words
of encouragement when I'm down.
She always picks the right
moment for a hug
or a sweet "I love you, daddy"
from my lady bug.
She is always there
for me no matter what.
The question is not why help her;
the question is how could I not?

The Most Promising Eight-Year Old

With a face like her mother's
and an attitude to match
this beautiful little girl
will become a lovely young lady and quite a catch.
Long, dark hair
flowing down her back,
there's already little to nothing
in any area that she lacks.
Personality, skills, brains, or looks,
God has blessed her with all of this.
Talents abounding and potential limitless,
she's a treasure that can't be missed.
With a voice of gold
she can say the sweetest words.
Whenever encountering another's bad day,
she can lift a spirit as if on the wings of a bird.
When she is underestimated
it drives her to prove a doubter wrong.
She loves a challenge, especially when a prize is promised,
so she can sing a victor's song.
She appreciates the ones who show her
the love she's always longed for;
to show the time and effort for her:
she will never ask for anything more.
Instead she will make you the proudest,
reciprocating love and faith ten-fold.
All of this flowing from within
the world's most promising eight-year old.