Bloom

Making a child and leaving her be

Is like digging a hole without planting the tree

We can see your idea

What you thought you might do

But then changed your mind so you can start something new

You can't see the damage you think you won't cause 

Because you show up once or twice and expect an applause 

But what you can't see, that I see each day

Is this beautful girl who's perfect in every way

I watch her grow and see her bloom

There's not a thing that girl can't do

And what better repayment than getting to see

Her being loved by the daddy that you'll never be

He will teach her how to strive for success 

And how to always try her best

But most importantly she will see

Is how a father's love really should be

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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