Today I’ve washed your tiny ballet shoes

And my mind flew in a thousand scenes

As to why I’m doing all of this for you

And what on Earth this even means?

I’m washing them to see you clean

Of all your hard, exhausting work?

Just flushed your passion in the sink

And watch the sloth begin to lurk?

I clean them for the world to see

How beautiful and proud you stand?

Although you’re tiny my sweet pea

And I still hold your tiny hand?

What is that triggers doubt in me

As at each step, I question all I do?

But your blue eyes are helping me to see:

I’ve got it wrong about who’s teaching who.

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66 thoughts on “Poem for my precious daughter

  1. This is a beautiful poem, I am just starting the process of having my first child and I am so looking forward to moments like this.

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  2. Beautiful poem, and I can see how precious your kid is. She will grow up well and you’ll be super proud 🙂

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