Let me begin
With this Daughter$ relationship
For one, there$ no type of passion to begin with
Not that it matters, but truly at time$
It doesn’t make sense
It’s only a make believe
Is what the experts will tell you
I’ve never had a daughter
But If I did
I would go out of my way
To be there when she swings off the tree
And from there
And perhaps she would start
Her very first sentence
I would be afraid to ask,
“How was your day?”
Knowing she’s been reading my mind
For almost the whole entire day
As she would never let go
Of the handlebars
As she’s watching me
As I’m building
This new looking fence
Next on my list
I’m start thinking about
Putting up drywall
But in the meantime
I’m making the most
With what I have
With Daughter and $ense!
