My Angel
Light as a feather,
is delicate my daughter dear
Annoyed she gets
a mention of her fear
I wish she was a little bolder,
to face the treats
of life
Today is not like yesterday,
every day is a strife
When I scold
tears roll down her eyes
But what I to do,
when the act is not so nice
I mend her not out of rage
but to teach how to
deal life with courage
Who knows lest life
may stay grounded in siege
Her world is her Barbie, her Hannah
…. And the land
of fairy
How shall she understand,
these thoughts are
airy
All said and done,
she is my angel, she is my sweetheart
She is my cutie-pie,
about whom I have never
to lie.