My daughter, Kate, loves to write. Several years ago I received a poem from her that I have now read probably a hundred times. I expect that I will read it a hundred times more as our heart song plays on.     

Two Pieces of Twine 

by Kate Oechsler (Age 10) 

He held me when I was born, and he did not mourn.

He helped me learn to ride a trike, 

And then on to a two-wheeled bike.

He taught me words to say when I would need to pray.

He loves me very much, and I love his warm touch.

We are like pieces of twine, I am his and he is mine.

We went to the zoo and saw a giraffe, 

It licked our hands and made us laugh.

I will grow up someday, find a dream and fly away.

But he will still be mine, just like twisted pieces of twine.

He'll walk me down the aisle, with a happy smile.

I'll be covered with silk and lace, and a grin on my face.

He will cry some though, but they're tears of joy I know.

They're for his little girl, and inside his heart he's doing a twirl.

I'll take the love he'll give, then go and live.

And when his life comes to an end, 

He'll still be my very best friend.

Me and my Daddy are pieces of glad twisted twine, 

Because I am his, and he is mine.

Author's Note: God inspired me to write this poem and some of my ideas came from the song, "Butterfly Kisses."