AKA

MY DAUGHTERS FROM HEART TO PAPER UNEDITED For every tear you shed from hurt physical or emotional For every tear you shed from shame rightly or wrongly My loves my heart sheds a beat I never knew love Until I knew you I love you both from my tippie toes to the peak of my silver threads Don't hurt my dears But when you do I will hold you tight Encase your fears Minimize the pain And when my heart bleeds or slightly feels a crack It's because my daughters your lives before mine. Armand Hamouth