Love Poem: Pickle
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Written by: Sam Russell

Pickle

Written for and about my eldest daughter, Freya Lily (Pickle).


Ive loved you,
from the very first second I saw you,
you are my beautiful first born.
So the times when I see you upset 
frustrates me and I’m torn.
Because you truly are  lovely,
And trust me when I say 
that I look at you every day
Filled with so much pride,
That i can hardly contain,
it makes me want  to burst inside, 
You’re as sweet as the classical music 
you play at night.

Because it only seems like yesterday.
you was that gorgeous little baby.
sat in your high chair, 
lacking any eye brow hair.
chucking food down to daisy,
the most lazy,loving dog 
Who would always follow you around the house,
With her ears pricked up,as if 
her suspicions  were aroused.
It’s like somehow  she knew
you was up-to no good, 
or really I think she was just waiting 
for you to drop more food.

I will never forget the the time.
when your mum called me to say,
you had  poured red paint on the carpet that day.
I could only imagine her shock and despair.
As she desperately tried to scrub
The paint from the top of the stairs.
Your poor mum was in such a distress,
As she told  me later that night 
she was cursing my name,
as she cleared up that mess

Because apparently me and you 
are like  two peas in a pod,
We play fight in a supermarkets,
and be mischievous  
like a dad and daughter should.

But as I sit looking at you now watching you  grow.
I love you so much.
that I thought you should know,
what  a wonderful young lady your going to become,
your loving and kind, 
with a softness and innocence.
But at times you have a worrying naivety.
Also I think that it’s fair to say.
and I’m sure your agree with me,
that getting you to tidy your room 
doesn’t come so easily. 
other then that don’t ever change 
as your doing just fine, 
We all love just  how clumsy and silly 
you are  most of the time.
You have a brilliant sensor of humour and 
your a fantastic young artists
With dreams of designing  fashion
And moving to Paris.
And You will, 
with some heart and desire.
So Never lose your love,passion or fire.
You can do whatever you want to do. 
and be whoever you want to be.
because your my beautiful darling daughter, 
My Angel face,
Freya Lily.
( pickle)