She's every bit of her mother and I pray nothing of her father I hope she finds a decent man who will love and cherish and honor She used to play outside all day but now she has grown up she never liked her barbie dolls she always played with trucks 17's so hard to be I know I was once too but even when you're 93 you're daddy still loves you
This was a poem for my sister after her first break up she read it at the funeral