Daddys Little Girl Poem by breanna wilson

The first one to see her
when she came in this world
I was the first one to hold her
and kiss that baby girl

I changed her and bathed her
and I made her food
I rocked her to sleep most nights
and I read to her too

I held her in my arms real tight
and I loved her so
I Prayed God would bless her
as I watched her grow

Now here you come along
and want to take her out
Your so close to your last breath
not even knowing how

The first thing she ever was
was everything to me
Harm one hair on her pretty head
and I promise to set you free

Way back in the old days
before she wanted to date
We used to watch cartoons
and play those crazy eights

We rode our bikes
and flew our toy planes
She was tough as any boy
and never once complained

I taught her how to catch a fish
and how to shoot a gun
She can float a quick jab
and bring an uppercut

She knows how to cook
and knows how to clean
But she is not your mama
and will never be your maid

Don’t let me hear you call her names
or ever do her wrong
Don’t let me see you make her cry
or you’ll be calling God

She came into this world
the center of my life
I did my very best
to raise her up right

If you think your man enough
to give this thing a whirl
You just remember this young man
She’s her Daddy’s Girl