Jan 2015
Kissed her gently as my tears flowed
I** prayed that my childishness I'll outgrow
My life will never be the same
But it is not a crying shame
Ever in her heart I pray I'll always be
Raising her will be a joy to me
Lord I pray that she will always listen
Yet her freedom I will never imprison
I will always be her protector
So woe be to anyone who hurts her
I will never forgive that churl
She is my baby girl
I** prayed that my childishness I'll outgrow
My life will never be the same
But it is not a crying shame
Ever in her heart I pray I'll always be
Raising her will be a joy to me
Lord I pray that she will always listen
Yet her freedom I will never imprison
I will always be her protector
So woe be to anyone who hurts her
I will never forgive that churl
She is my baby girl
My first attempt at an acrostic poem. It's about my daughter when I first held her in my arms. Constructive feedback and comments are welcome. :) Thank you for reading.
