My Last Sense of Innocence

by Gabel Williams

She walks like me, 
She has the temper of my mother. 
She believes in me, 
And holds beauty like her mother. 

Her curiosity is much understood 
Although I have yet to explain 
That life brings joy 
That is more pleasant than pain. 

I am her provider,
I am her guide,
Since her birth
Soon she’ll be five. 

Sometimes she’s mad 
But still I bother: 
She’s my last sense of innocence 
I am her father. 

Angels east  
Angels west  
Protect my little girl 
As she finds success. 

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