She’d probably be Daddy’s girl
All smiles for you, as she jumped and twirled
Perhaps she’d even have your curls,
If she had lived.
She’d be your princess, that’s for sure
Flirt with her Daddy, so demure
And she’d spread joy that would endure,
If she had lived.
You’d be her hero, despite flaws
Protect her, be her Santa Claus
Encourage her with much applause,
If she had lived.
She would be far too cute to scold
Climb on your lap for you to hold
Look after you when you were old,
If she had lived.
She DOES live, in another place
And she awaits to see your face
When Death beckons you, and you end this race,
You both shall live.
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