Family · Papa

My middle daughter turned 13.
It’s on April 13.
Just like ole TJ: 4/13.
So, now she’s not a tween.

Like the daughter I never had.
Or maybe wished I’d had.
Or had I had one more that had
been better than one bad.

I love her because she’s okay.
Like OJ. With a K.
A B C blah blah blah J K
I’ll quit this now, okay?

I read your brother’s verse and it
Makes mine look very bad.
So now it’s time I find a bit
Of what your brother had.

…

Your brother’s right. It has been rough.
This year’s been one hard spell.
And you, my dear, have had it tough.
But your soul’s a deep well.

You are a loving sister and
A dear heart through and through.
You are a sweet and loving friend
to many souls: quite true.

I love you so, my daughter dear
I know you know it’s so.
I’m blessed to have you very near.
I’m blessed to see you grow.

I’m happy that you are a part
Of my dear family
To witness as our Lord your heart
Makes like His Son holy.