Purple Princess
My eighteen yeared daughter
living and dreaming with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome,
As she grows up and out
hopes to become
"An old princess
with long purple hair
living in a GroupHome."
I'm not sure if this indicates
I did a shockingly good
or alarmingly bad
job as a thirteen-year dad
with positive therapeutic intent.
Until she smiles,
looks up at the blue-grey sky
with unimagined delight.
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