Pouting Poetry for Charlie
It is me she turns to when life’s unfair
To dry her tears and stroke her hair
It is I who’s privileged to let her see
That her pain is mine, to take with me
It is me who gets to blow her nose
To reassure her that daddy knows
It is I who tells her how much I love her
Gives her bananas and peanut butter
It is me that cares for her, you see,
To love her for you as well as me
It is I, in time, whose wounded heart
Will suffer the day that she departs
Ckwallace2014
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