My Daughter Poem by Smoky Hoss

I need a hankie, snff snff

It's a funny thing; it's scary when they're born and you're on your way home from the hospital, entirely responsible for a new little life (I wanted to sob leaving the hospital, I felt so helpless and unknowledgable, and I bugged the nurse's phone not a little, but they kept telling their nervous caller that it sounded just like a healthy baby; all babies stretch and yawn, hehe) . But then suddenly they're grown up and you're more frightened; now it's not just scraped knees to worry about, but scraped hearts, and dashed hopes and dreams..But things somehow have a way of righting themselves eventually, so you find the faith again, and keep your hopes high. This is a fine piece, full of emotions; completely filled up with them.