My two year daughter
Gives to all- her smile
And make face- those foul leers
That must wonder- who cursed her so
My two year daughter does worse
She calls everyone daddy
I wonder yet who taught her- word
And dwelt in her- to ask about
My two year daughter hurt me so-
Of her friend daddies- chatter
I wonder who gave her- friends
That dwelt in her- those fairy tales
And in dark my two year prays a father
Kneels and wallow in his hidden gaze
She prefers and summons his presence
To give herself to him- and leave me misery
But my two year daughter and her hearing
And my two year daughter with her weaving
As she twirls with my wound so-
Shall not wear me nor burden self to absorbed
And pinion mine soon grow immured
That she- taken gaze hawks
Sank in her thorny passion
She never could rise
But loss mine be mere
For- for two years only
She be my daughter
Where haunt hers dwelt thru
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A beautiful poem, Adeosun. Thank you for sharing