b day

b day
is a g day
a frolic livin' free day

oh the bloody wonder
of it all
when you are four

the world not torn asunder
yet
still nothin' but the morn

my wee one
is a g one
my pretty little belle

a tiny taut tornado
wee one
I love so well

4 but once my lovely
i'll try to make it grand
and for my folly failings
my thoughts i cannot stand
i'll simply say i'm sorry
and march along in hand

i'll be the bestest daddy
father that i can
ill share my love
upon my sleeve
and at times tucked away
but never gone my darling
never run away

4 but once my lovely
i am here with you
for that i'm truly thankful
my heart though scarred is true

and this my piddling missive
i dedicate to you

always for you, miss isabelle, 11/24/09