Kaya
Abigail, 'Her Father's Joy', more true words not bespoken!
Beautiful blue eyes, as that of your sibling more young,
Forthwith, please do consent to this lexical token
Until riddance I may pay to this scurge that has stung!
Kaya, 'The Chosen One', gifted to me from God's own Hand!
Glorious was your arrival, as is your presence still,
It altered life's purpose, in ways none would understand-
Aspire do I to ensure all of your dreams fulfill!
Look forward do I to times of jollity spent,
Making memories to last our lives entire-
That I have not yet, my heart's lament,
To ensure such, I shall do all that does require!
Though there be foe to mine own intent,
I do, to you, avow this promised portent!
Maurice Harris,2 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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