Where is My Daughter I used to know?
Did I just sit around and watch her grow?
Now she has moved away from home,
And has a daughter of her very own.

She holds her head high and stands out in a crowd,
She is a daughter that would make any Dad proud.
She never was a bad girl, Oh once maybe,
And no matter how old you are, you're always my Baby.

So daughter, keep doing what you do,
Because honey I will always Love You.
Dad

By George Breazeale