Ir
Dangerous, courageous,
My lovely little girl,
A tough one, a rough one,
Strength in every curl,
Never mad, never sad,
But plots a secret scheme,
Shy away, I tell you,
From those dark eyes’ laser beam.
Did you know she sees through us,
Who stumble, fail and fall?
She knows full well to get to me,
To her my heart’s in thrall.
A neat girl, a sweet girl
That she’ll never be.
Not for her obedience
Suppressing every need,
No more than twelve but prescient
She knows where that could lead.
But
Believing me fast sleeping,
Unseen in her good deed,
She tucks me in lest I catch cold,
Tending to my need.
The soft side, the sweet side
She keeps them both at bay.
It’s true, I know, that outwardly
it may not look that way
But for the fact I was awake
I'm thankful every day
Copyright © Tansy Roekaerts | Year Posted 2020
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