My
daughter is my world, and means the earth to me,
In
her nature is nurture for those less fortunate
Who
have a little from a lot, and have come to be
A
resentment of hierarchy in a heated debate of hate.
Surviving
the concrete jungle is an endeavour to weather,
And
while brothers and sisters stick humbly together,
They
are still a minority of oddity not in tranquillity,
As
to have a poor lifestyle is not living adequately.
My
daughter ranks herself to be a member of influence,
And
with honesty and integrity with no pretence -
She
will not stand on the fence with appetence
As
she stands tall to all in her respective suspense.
©
Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
What a lovely daughter you have Andrew, your words does her justice,
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, she is wonderful. She likes sharing. I had a lovely Father's Day around at hers, and I got lots of lovely presents. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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