A tiny heart sits at the window the violent storms of the day almost drowning it with tears. A small raft of hope floats upon the waves of her dispair as eyes of love wait for the sun It rises quickly as she sees him "Daddys home" her heart sings. She runs to him and hugs him. He sits down in his chair she sits on the floor at his feet and begins the ritual of taking off his boots And for those two hours before bedtime The sun shines on her from hs eyes.
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