My Daughter is a Poet

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

My daughter is a poet,

I saw it with my own eyes,

She has the gift like few I’ve ever seen,

As she spit fire from her cell phone,

In the effortless euphony of one with the gift of rhythm,

And I pray for her,

Because life is hard for poets,

We feel things deeper,

But I know she’ll make it to the rising sun,

And her story will be magic,

Cause her dad is a poet,

And he’s got her back!

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