I Have a Daughter

I have a daughter,
she was my first.
A mother to her,
I was the worst.

I divorced her dad,
when she was just two.
What a time I had.
All we went through.

I remarried a man,
who drank too much.
Divorced again,
and not much luck.

At twelve years old,
a decision she made.
To live with her dad,
to this very day.

Now she's fifteen, 
and a beautiful girl.
Honor roll queen.
Life's in a whirl.

During the twelve years
that she lived with me,
she helped raise her sisters.
There are more than three!

She's beautiful. She's happy.
She's one of a kind.
This may sound sappy,
But i am glad that she's mine.

Her hair is not curled.
Her eyes are not blue.
She's a blessing to this world.
My baby, I love you!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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