He remembers her
a little girl

changing her
(she changing him)

her first steps
to him

unsure
but certain

her laughter
(his crying)

tears
(the sheer pleasure of her)

all she had to do
was exist

to be his happiness.

He remembers
her little kiss

the tiny hand upon his face

remembers all
the people
she has ever been

his growing daughter
child to teenager

the young woman
she was becoming

dead
at 18.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-my-pretty-one-for-my-dad/