A poem for Stacey

Something I did quite a lot of
But I haven’t done now, for a while
Is writing my thoughts in a poem
In my own irrevocable style

So whilst I’ve got nothing to do
And I’m sat at my desk in a quandary
Ill try re-discover my writing
Which I look back upon rather fondly

There’s plenty of subjects to ponder
On which I can lyrically wax
Like the state of the nation, or football
Or how to live life to the max

But today I shall talk about Stacey
My daughter, my teacher, my friend
My personal adviser for living
And someone I’d die to defend

She thinks that she’s not so important
Forgotten and misunderstood
So I wanted to tell her I love her
Just like any good mother would

So Stacey my favourite daughter
There is only so much I can say
My love comes without any conditions
and just grows every hour every day

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