A sweet lullaby he sang
Beneath the cherry blossom tree,
A tiny cradle resting
So gently across one knee.
His words faded to a whisper
As emotion took control,
Gazing at his first newborn
Love crept into his soul.
So beautiful this vision
Now captured to his heart,
The memory he would hold tight
Never allowing it to depart.
His precious tiny daughter
Who would wear the name of 'Joy',
(His every thought now forgotten,
How much he`d yearned for a baby boy) .
He just saw perfection
Blue eyes, whispy hair of gold,
Tears of happiness fell down his face
As he reached for this treasure now to hold.