Daddy's Girl: Missy

Every day is Daughter's Day
Michelle would have it no other way.
Mom's always the blame for everything
Good ole Dad, but Mom is mean.

Her Dad cannot to her say no
But her Mom can keep her on the go.
She's her daddy's girl and that's plain to see
When Dad's not around, then she comes to me.

When she was born, we thought she came from above
She looked like a little gift of love.
And for her the devil's not really a match
She can beat him in a race around the track.

She outwits us most of the time
She's a child with a grown up mind.
She can talk logic or act like a child
And always wins the battle with just a smile.

She loves the style of clothes today
They don't match in any way.
But without her, dull would be our life
Sometimes it's joy and sometimes it's strife.

She makes us happy and she makes us sad
Sometimes she's good and sometimes she's bad.
All in all I really have to say
I wouldn't have it any other way.

© By Harriett Dash 1999