Posted in Life

Our Daughter

When I see her

She’s got her mother’s looks

But her father’s eyes

Her mother’s laugh

But her father’s humor

Her mother’s wit

But her father’s charm

With both their smarts,

Both their care,

And both their faith.

 

Sometimes I regret

that she never got to be.

I think she’d be lovely.

But then I think

he would hit her

same as me.

 

And I’m glad she’s safe

in my imagination.

 

 

 

 

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