Anthracite

It’s the crease of her smile
The way she says Dad
And the hugs hello and goodbye

And still across the miles
When I’m feeling a little sad
Her giggle makes me sigh

Thus brings forth my will
Always to make her proud
Sure and pure like mountain water

The dove comfortable on the sill
Though the heart is big and loud
For the love I have for my daughter

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