"Hello there little miss.
It's lovely to finally meet you."
Is what plays in my head everytime
I think about what I'd say or do.
I feel I'd be too nervous and just stand like a statue,
Or maybe I can gather enough strength
To mutter a few words and not embarrass myself in front of you.
Here's a little portrait of you
I made not so long ago
My knees shaking...
You will like it
One can only hope.
Your mom tells me stories of you
And says you're very smart
She shows me things you made
From your imagination
Turning them to pieces of art.
I heard you play the piano
Have dance lessons after class
And that your kicks are to be feared
I think that's awesome
Especially for a tiny little lass.
I'm excited to spend time together
Play games or run around with you.
Ride scooters in the afternoon
Maybe even skateboards too.
Like a bear protects its cub
Or a silverback guards its pack.
I promise to keep you safe
If you get tired of everything
I'll even put you on my back.
My only fear is that you won't like me.
I'm probably overthinking,
Maybe it won't be that bad.
Yeah... I may not be your father
I just hope I'll be a great second dad.
