My Fake Daughter, My True Friend, Lauren
At twenty-six, a gentle flame,?
A golden heart, a glowing name.
?With grace she walks, with light she stands,
?A scholar's mind, with helping hands.
What once began with drinks and cheer,?
Evolved into a bond so dear.
?Not bound by blood, but something more,
?A kindred soul I now adore.
She’s laughter in the darkest night,?
She’s wisdom when the path’s not right.
?An honour student, bright and true,?
Yet humble in all that she’ll do.
You're brilliant, bold, and brave through all,?
Yet still you answer every call—
?To help, to serve, to be the one?
Who shows compassion is never done.
Through tears and talks, the highs and lows,
?She stayed—when few would dare or chose.?Understanding, patient, kind,?
A rarer soul you’ll never find.
Though "fake" is what the title reads,?
She fills so many real-life needs.
?A daughter not by birth or name,
?But loved all just the same.
So here's to her—this heart of gold,
?With stories shared and hands to hold.?
A special place she’ll always own,?
In this old heart she calls her own.
Scott W
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