Sweet Daughter Poem by Tasha Miller
Sweet Daughter
My sweet little daughter,
you are almost grown.
Before I know it,
you'll be on your own.
I want you to know,
there's NO shortage of boys.
Why can't you be happy
to still play with your toys?
'Those boys are trouble',
I've told you many times.
You don't seem to listen,
maybe, you'll HEAR my rhymes.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
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