I still remember her birth
A blood soaked missile
The shock of it shook us all
But there she was
Ready to take on the world
No messing with this girl.
She was ready
For any which way
Life would present
Itself to her
Now she’s turned 18
And she’s brands and tattoos
Piercings and low lights
My baby dyke
In a blink all grown up
Still up to her wily ways
Wraps me round her little finger
With that look; that smile
That melt’s my heart and soul
Into blissful submission
I wouldn’t have her any other way
Copyright © JRFC April 2019
this is greatness. and a happy birthday to her
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Thank you Michael, I actually brought a tear to her eye. Doesn’t happen often 😂
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that is badass and sweet as well.
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👍🏻
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No, love has no other way, beautiful.
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Thank Paul, I’ll not deny my kids matter 👍🏻
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Excellent
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