Daddy will you love me? 

 
Daddy, will you love me
If I look a certain way
If I have some special problems
As the doctors like to say?

Will you love me like my brother
Even if I’m kind of slow?
Will you kiss me like my sister
‘cause she’s prettier, you know?

Will my laughing make you smile?
Will my achievements make you proud?
Will my crying be heard by you?
Will my failures make you frown?

I don’t mean to disappoint you, Dad.
I don’t mean to make you cry.
I just want to make you proud of me,
If you’ll just let me try.

God said I was a special gift
For a certain Mom and Dad,
And when He wrapped me up this way
He said you’d soon be glad.

So Daddy, please tell me that you love me,
I need to see it in your face,
And I want to feel your loving arms
Hold me tight in your embrace.


Edwin Folsom,

For my beautiful Sarah Isabelle,

Born, December 13, 2000

Gift under the tree 
As I sit, starring at the lights
I reflect on gifts under our tree;
A castle for David, a doll for Jenny
And a baby for mommy and me.

She came on a dark stormy night
In a package we weren’t ready to see.
But she soon stole my heart when she reached out her hand
And gently grabbed hold of me.

Sweet Sarah, reach out your hand
And I promise to hold onto it tight
As we walk this road together
In our weakness, reflect on God’s light.

Christmastime is the season
When we celebrate a miraculous birth
Of a babe lying upon a manger
Who came to save the earth.

When He looks into OUR eyes
God doesn’t see the broken bodies we’re in.
But instead He sees the love of His Son
And our adoption as children through Him.

So, sweet Sarah, reach out your hand
And I promise to hold onto it tight
As we walk this road together
In our weakness, reflect on God’s light.

Dear daughter, forgive me my sorrow
Mixed with joy and thankfulness too.
It’s just your Daddy being protective
And wanting only the best for you.

And don’t ever doubt your Daddy loves you,
Because my love for you knows no end.
And my arms will always be open to you
On this you can forever depend.

So, sweet Sarah, reach out your hand
And I promise to hold onto it tight.
As we walk through this life together
And in our weakness depend on God’s might.


Edwin Folsom
December 26, 2000