Precious - Poem by Kory Lovitt
My beautiful, precious daughter.
The cure to all my problems.
For, without her bright smile,
it is impossible to solve them.
Every tragedy in my life,
is erased with one word: DADDY.
To know that She loves me,
Keeps me feeling extremely happy.
I cried when she was born,
I cried when she started school.
Because I knew she'd be away from me,
and learn life amongst fools.
The doorbell rings,
Suddenly, i hear Daddy I'm Home,
Just these words,
Puts daddy in his ultimate comfort zone.
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