My Little Queen
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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