Pickle

Written for and about my eldest daughter, Freya Lily (Pickle). Ive loved you, from the very first second I saw you, you are my beautiful first born. So the times when I see you upset frustrates me and I’m torn. Because you truly are lovely, And trust me when I say that I look at you every day Filled with so much pride, That i can hardly contain, it makes me want to burst inside, You’re as sweet as the classical music you play at night. Because it only seems like yesterday. you was that gorgeous little baby. sat in your high chair, lacking any eye brow hair. chucking food down to daisy, the most lazy,loving dog Who would always follow you around the house, With her ears pricked up,as if her suspicions were aroused. It’s like somehow she knew you was up-to no good, or really I think she was just waiting for you to drop more food. I will never forget the the time. when your mum called me to say, you had poured red paint on the carpet that day. I could only imagine her shock and despair. As she desperately tried to scrub The paint from the top of the stairs. Your poor mum was in such a distress, As she told me later that night she was cursing my name, as she cleared up that mess Because apparently me and you are like two peas in a pod, We play fight in a supermarkets, and be mischievous like a dad and daughter should. But as I sit looking at you now watching you grow. I love you so much. that I thought you should know, what a wonderful young lady your going to become, your loving and kind, with a softness and innocence. But at times you have a worrying naivety. Also I think that it’s fair to say. and I’m sure your agree with me, that getting you to tidy your room doesn’t come so easily. other then that don’t ever change as your doing just fine, We all love just how clumsy and silly you are most of the time. You have a brilliant sensor of humour and your a fantastic young artists With dreams of designing fashion And moving to Paris. And You will, with some heart and desire. So Never lose your love,passion or fire. You can do whatever you want to do. and be whoever you want to be. because your my beautiful darling daughter, My Angel face, Freya Lily. ( pickle)