She is My Girl (for Ackeeni)
When I first laid eyes on her
I was a picture of disarrayed excitement.
After nine months there she was,
A bundle of unspeakable bliss.
She is my girl.
She converted me into her bed,
And my chest became her favourite pillow
And dribbling receptacle.
She is my girl.
I became a master at changing and washing
Dirty diapers.
I won her bedtime story laureate
A thousand times over.
She is my girl.
She changed my name to Daddy,
Convinced me to become a donkey, a lion,
And a monkey
And then tells me how much she loves me.
She is my girl.
I blinked, now am left wondering…
“Where did the years go?”
She traded in her favourite rag teddy bear
For a boy.
Now am hearing whispering hints of
Marriage and a family.
She is still my girl,
And she still calls me daddy.
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