In the cool of morning

   I call out your name.

Quietly, so softly,

   It's always the same.

When I think of you Emily,

   As often I do

Longing to hold you when

   Times together are few.

I love it when you call my name

   In the depth of the day.

In the quiet of the eve

   In your own special way.

I love you more my sweet

   Than I could ever say.

All that I am is yours,

   Forever and a day.

04/17/2005

Author's Note: To my daughter Emily...

Posted on 01/15/2008
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