To My Daughter

To My Daughter short poem

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You are perfect my love..
Perfect in your imperfections.
You are my best effort,
to improve myself..
I am as old as you are..
We fight,we argue, we laugh
And together let us scoff
whoever makes you feel otherwise..
Be sure my love!
Be sure in your hesitations
N be wild in your imaginations..
Let those , who toe the line
and limit you , know
You are like a fine wine..
Priceless n precious you’ll be
as you age..
Be sure to shine bright n dazzle
everyone who limits your sight..
You are a diamond in the making,
So , for now ,soak all the pressure
and wear out the rough weather..
For I know you are..
the best I could do and be..
Let us grow. You and me…

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