The best daughter in the world,
she's my little girl,
the one whose hair I love to twirl,
the most beautiful of all.
When a wrong comes her way
she is the one to say nay,
to live to fight another day,
she's the one to stand tall.
Today she's only nine,
which to me is just fine,
an age and size divine,
a sweet child given to me.
Tomorrow she'll be older
in a world that's much colder,
yet she will be that much bolder,
making her mother and I smile proudly.
She could never make us sad
though she tries to get us mad,
I could only ever be glad
she is my one and only daughter.
A person to make beautiful art,
with a smile that warms my heart,
that tears my sadness apart,
there could not be a prouder father.
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