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All In Her Eyes


I stood there frozen, looking down upon. Your eyes still closed, I looked towards your mom. This is ours? I asked. The doctor and nurse laughed. How could we create, an Angel, a Queen? You opened your eyes and they were most beautiful I've ever seen. What to name, this daughter of mine? SSimply no words could ever define. You're mine, and it was all in your eyes. I may not go to Heaven, but being your dad will do just fine. 

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