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I’m not her father, but she is my daughter

I knew her when she was young, 
A small girl with a twirl

Time went on we moved to the coast with the most, 
My bride and I as we said goodbye

One day a bus arrived with this little princess fresh 
From a three day journey by bus made with no fuss

Swollen feet and tired as could be, she lay on the couch 
And I realized then and there she was no slouch

During those early days she would amaze and 
Watching her grow was quite a show

The more she grew the more beautiful she had become
Even if it felt like she was always on the run

Her vivid imagination would have her end up 
Working at a gas station to my fascination

Then one day she would announce out of the blue
It’s time to live on her own and have a home

A new job and boyfriend would ensue as she blossomed
From princess to bride and I would profess my pride

My princess now a little queen was far from done 
For she had a son that I could adore galore

But life presents many ups and downs and even frowns
Even for someone with a crown, as we all do, who knew

A move here, a move there, 
yet she found her way to another day

When revelations would arrive at home, my bride 
Would give me a glare and stare and say

“and who do you think she got that from”
I am not her father, but she is my daughter

Now settled in a city nor far away, a wife, a mother
But still my pretty little queen

Andreas Simic©

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