Daughters

Born to us,was the cry so loud,
Roared like the F-22A fighter out rapt,
Her skin so pink & soft,
The Smile shimmered in light,all bright,
Out in the sun she follows the flying jet,
Ripping the sky, while her arms held me tight,
Like her dream she grew fiery & vibrant,
While the lessons trained her to combat,
Came her 21st birthday & she Captained the Jet,
And all i knew, she was born to Pet,
For, Daughters are so special !!

-ÄΚ

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