8 ON THE 8TH
© RYAN GUILEY
Ciara is turning a big eight,
Who is so lovely and great,
Our only daughter who shines,
As I was not there being behind.
She might play with her toy dolls,
As I can’t watch her or make a call,
Our little girl doesn’t know her Dad,
But she knows when I see her, I’m glad.
It only happens once, where she turns,
8 on the 8th, as she grows like a worm,
Soon, she will be ten and then fourteen,
Going out with her favourite jeans.
Such a young and pretty girl,
Who dances and makes a twirl,
Who is turning eight years old,
My little girl who I can’t hold.
Ciara is so bright, who is remarkable,
Missing story time and reading fables,
Does she draw fancy and trace a picture?
Along with her doll or her stuff animal with fur?
Wishing you a happy birthday,
Who gleams like her Mom with rays,
You’re now an octopus with eight arms,
As you are so incredible and my charm.