A poem for a daughter

I wrote about your spirit
in my book with pages
wide to fit you in.
I planned out your days
warm some, not so welcoming.

I wound up the clock
at your first cry,
And stop when i miss you too much to sigh.

Your beauty was a finishing touch,
a stroke from my pallet before
the stars were scattered so much.

A heart made for others
I wrapped and put away
Placed in your soul to be given
back to me one day.

I gave you away to the world to shine sunny bright.
And amidst the crowds
you will walk a tall, a tower
Fighting the fight.

I put away my tools
when you were finally planned
Apart from my chisel to carve
your name in the palm of my open hand.

*Written by my dad who i am cherished and loved by...please rate Thankyou*