Daughter Poem by baxter norman

Daughter



A fiery wisp
She will persist
And will not be denied
A playful nymph
A little imp
Little daughter of mine
A behind kicker
Not a word miser
A recorder of all
You have said
That little reminder
Keeper of her
Owned mind
That straight truth speaker
Justice seeker
A never back upper
Will not eat her supper
Lives in her own time

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