A Father-Daughter Time
by Dawn Shirley
Touching the wiggly worm,
With such a disgusted look
Trying not to let Daddy help
Her put it on the hook.
He waits for her to patiently
Look to him and say,
"Daddy won't you help me?"
Before she sits in the dirt and plays.
She is only 3 years old
But begs and pleads for time,
to go out to the fishing hole
Where she can cast her line.
Her eyes light up, she jumps around
When her bobber goes fast under.
He watches her reel the "big one" in
And then he starts to wonder.
"Will she always want me to be there
To put her worm upon the hook?"
Her answer lies within a smile,
Within the childish look.
The look that tells her dad
He's her hero and much more.
He's the one who taught her
About the Great Outdoors.
They sit and talk while on the bank
And cast their lines again.
He will always be her "fishing bud".
He will always be her friend.