My daughter the poet

I had no idea my daughter could rhyme
she places her ideas on paper like mine
this time it caught me by pleasant surprise
for the first time I looked into her eyes
and I saw the image of myself

When she first captured my attention
I respectfully gave a mild reaction
but she grabbed and twisted
until I finally submitted
and she inspired me

From then on I could only trust
from the shoulders of those before us
that faithfully given opportunity
she would become her own identity
and we would incite a war with words

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