My Daughter
One can have money, riches and diamond rings.
Searching in stores for resplendent things~
But a loyal and loving daughter cannot be bought.
She's God's gift to me, that I
never sought.
When friends and family leave,
She knows how fully I grieve!
A knock on the door I do not expect,
There she stands with a special gift.
Her endless and enduring love I don't deserve.
Nor her constant friendship like a bubbling brook.
Her brown eyes and sparkling smile,
Enable me to walk all lonely miles.
She is in my heart, she is my child!
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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