Daughter Poem

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Published: May 2008

What Is A Daughter

She's a joy, she's an angel- well that's what she thinks
She clings on to your heart like a plug to a sink
She drives you all crazy with make believe games
She'll have you believe that fairies fly planes

She often comes in with imaginary friends
And can draw on their dads with permanent pens
She has pretty parties with dolls as her mates
But then runs straight out and she swings on the gate

She listens to stories of love and romance
Then shoves a live frog in her best friend's pants
At night when asleep the angels go quiet
I often do think that she could start a riot

She looks like a princess all said and done
And uses mum's lipstick to draw a big sun
All over the walls and down the settee
Her face is alive and she giggles with glee

It's then that you have to be strong and quite firm
For if you stand back she will never quite learn
And learn things she does most every day
She learns how to get things her very own way

She came into your life and captured your heart
And then from that time you won't stay apart
You may keep your son till he finds a good wife
But your daughter's your daughter for all of her life


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  • by Addie Vanmatre, Virginia Beach, VA
  • 7/5/2014

The author of this poem is extremely talented. I was very impressed by the thought of having a daughter who did all the little things she did. I had a daughter and gave custody to her dad when we divorced and she was a year old, and wished I could have experienced all the things this poem expressed of a little girl's escapades, so it's kind of sad for me, but I'm sure she did all these things to her dad, and it's makes me smile. She was raised without me, but I can imagine her doing all of these things as a child. I love this poem and will definitely put it in a frame.


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