Ode To My First Born
Red hair
From my dad.
Does not describe
my beautiful child.
She is poised,
calm and serene.
My precious,
clever queen.
First born,
to two nuts.
Silver spoon.
Missing.
Beauty, brains.
Had a loving start.
So forgave for
breaking her heart.
Feels she needs
to be in charge.
Relax babe,
I am no longer
up in arms.
Always there for
her younger sisters.
When I was not fit
to be their mistress.
I love your calm.
Your "In control."
So pleased you are
a perfect mould.
Of my confidence
and Dad's calm.
His brains.
My music.
So proud.
Can't find words.
Thank you Edna
For letting me
be yours. xx
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