My baby girl.

Everyone can list off everything they want in the world

List them off till everything up to the otherworld.

While I can only name one such thing I could ever want

What I want I could only ever say blunt(ly).

To hold one so close you confuse your own being to theirs

Close enough to share constant breathing and heart beats.

What I want out of everything is one thing, 

one thing I could ever want.

To hear her call to me, coming and running with a smile on her face.

That's what I want, her to stay by me for all she dreams

For all she does dream, I promise to create.

There is nothing more I ask out of this world, than to have my baby girl.

My baby girl, Little Princess Marcie.

This poem is about: 
My family

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