Flower Of My Life - Poem by Aaron MacPhee
She is silly she is small,
She is nasty, she is cute.
She can be very rude,
But my she is a beaut.
Everyday since I met her,
I've told her I love her.
She got four years in,
And she called me a fucker.
She doesn't let me speak,
She is unreasonable and unfair.
I tell her we can't be friends,
But she says she doesn't care.
When I am not with her I pine,
Sad and alone.
When ever I Finnish work,
I am in a rush to get home.
I wake her when I arrive,
Ask for a cuddle she says no.
So I ask for a kiss goodnight,
And she tells me where to go.
In the morning I make breakfast,
She takes one bite and leaves the rest.
Shouting and stomping,
Her screaming puts me to the test.
She can never find the right clothes,
It's my fault I'm the fool.
Shoes on the wrong feet,
But looks at me like I'm the tool.
I walk her to meet her friends,
Give her some money for her lunch.
She walks away without saying goodbye,
And it hurts worse than a punch.
I wait to pick her up again,
And she's as happy as can be.
Showing her wicked little smile,
The one that's only used for me.
Cuddles, kisses and conversation,
My heart is overflowing with joy,
We fight, we shout, we tear down our house,
She plays like she is a boy.
We get ready to have another fight,
But just as we start.
I realise I have found something rare,
I love her with all my heart.
But then she gets tired,
And starts longing for her bed.
And turns from my daughter to a monster,
And daddy wishes he was dead.
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