To my daughter !
I wonder looking at your picture,
Why God sent you here?
With such a smile,
With such curls of hair?
I wonder looking at your picture,
I can touch you there,
I can see you in my eyes though,
From thousands of miles, here
I see your little heart and wonder,
What would be that you would think?
To see but shades merely, And perhaps for only a blink
I miss your face and my heart aches,
And I think,
To put such an innocent soul to test,
What motive would my God fake?
But I can’t find no reason,
No reason for my pain,
I can mention this to no one,
Perhaps would it be in vein?
And I still don’t know,
Why God sent you here?
For us to see your smile,
Or to see you stumbling with your little feet
Walking here and there?
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