a nice poem bout me kid

my daughter was born on a wednesday
a sweet and feeble thing
but through her little noises
we hear the angels sing
her little face holds beauty
that just cannot be bought
and even when she's out of sight
she's in our every thought
awake in the morning with her mum
a sweet and loving smile
a kiss of love is all i need
to make it all worth while
and when at night to bed she goes
her hands above her head
her daddy always kisses her
and then goes he to bed

by moi
xx (1999)