If She Had Lived

She'd probably be Daddy's girl All smiles for you, as she jumped and twirled Perhaps she'd even have your curls, If she had lived. She'd be your princess, that's for sure Flirt with her Daddy, so demure And she'd spread joy that would endure, If she had lived. You'd be her hero, despite flaws Protect her, be her Santa Claus Encourage her with much applause, If she had lived. She would be far too cute to scold Climb on your lap for you to hold Look after you when you were old, If she had lived. She DOES live, in another place And she awaits to see your face When Death beckons you, and you end this race, You both shall live. (c) Copyright Practicing Poetess poetry All rights reserved