To My Daughter Sabrina
To try through pain for survival
To dry river banks of my eyes,
Being broke no joke was a yoke,
Until your birth spoke of hope.
So of you I forged how to cope.
Happy birthdate my engine heart
One my blood could virtually art.
I've been weak until 1st of October,
Of all fears October made me sober.
May you be the best among the rest
Of all obstacles you face as a test.
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