A Family of Four

A beautiful girl to the left
with beauty that could be a cleft,
never suspicious of a theft,
her innocence rules supreme.

A handsome little boy
sitting across from her and his toy,
his charms and wits he will employ
for years to come within his scheme.

A smaller handsome kid
who has a cuteness that can't be hid
and leaves an impression that can't be undid,
he is the last member of her team...

A woman with all the world's good,
her beauty shines from within these kids who stood
up for what they should
and made a woman prouder than she could dream.

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?