She is prim and perfection,
A twin, shadow of mine,
A goldilocks impression
With complexity of mind.
Though, of me, and through me
Her existence was named,
Her life’s great blessing to me
Is, like sister she became.
True and loyal in duty
Fresh and precious and pure,
Outward princess, inner beauty,
My friend, my daughter, counselor.
By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.
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