The nine months passed
You were away on business
She was 8 pounds of pure joy

She grew up fast

Our perfect creation

Her questions came
But were never answered
Her hands and skin became rough

You can’t teach skills like these
She had my soul
And your determination

The questions always came

This perfect creation
So alive and colorful
Her eyes were bare though

Always filled with those questions

She progressed
Put her mind to her dreams
And succeeded in everything

When she worked for it

She had your distance
Never found love
Except in her work

I didn’t think we would make it
Without you to guide us
But we were happy

I believe I was right
For never telling you
She would have been confused

I didn’t want to ruin our perfect creation
With our imperfect relationship


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