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This is a poem i wrote in 1997 when my daughter Miranda was 1 year old.

She is now 16 and a half a beautiful young lady.

One day my little daughter - you will read this - I love you Miranda

My little daughter - how precious you are to me

I wish you never had to grow up

You are such a precocious child

The looks you give me are so mischevious

You imitate me in so many ways

You shake your head and cluck your tongue

You want to be like your Dad

He wants to show you how its done

But your dad sometimes hasn’t a clue

He has no idea what to do

He does what hurts when he wants to protect

Those he loves from the pain inside

I want to say what needs to be said

Instead I find myself writing this poem

I only hope you never know

The pain that can hurt so badly

© Timothy Miller 1997