Daughter wrote me a poem last night.
When the clouds become dark,
And when the dog doesn’t bark,
I become very, very sad.
The only way
For me to be gay
is sunshine, a treat, and Dad.
🙂
Note: this poem comes from the innocent and loving heart of my Little Girl. Don’t twist it around (e.g. “gay”).
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Really well written poem. Your daughter is quite the wordsmith.
Yeah, I was quite impressed. I mean, the sentiment means the most to me, but her construction of it all was quite good. Kids are great when they surprise you in such ways. 🙂
Well written indeed, and very sweet.
That’s *MY* little girl. 🙂 A proud-papa moment for sure.