Thursday, April 15, 2010

A Poem for my Daughter

For My Daughter, Before



A little girl has got it hard
as pressure mounts to leave her scarred
Stomach clenched, with tightened jaws
She tries so hard to hide her flaws
But what if she could only see
the way God meant for her to be
with beauty hidden deep within
Not found in clothing, hair, nor skin
A vibrant life, a call to live
with blessings rich and love to give
A waiting hope, a heart of flame,
The precious gift in girls contained
© 2008 Karl Becker

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