Daddy's Little Girl

Everyone I have ever met
say I look like you.
No-one’s said any different yet,
so I think it must be true.
From my blue eyes
to my button knows
and, it’s no surprise
apparently, even my toes.
I ask you, when you look at me,
be frank daddy, what do you see?
Because if I look like you I’ll pass
on viewing my face in the looking glass.
I’m not like you, on that be sure.
I’ve got something you’ve never had.
I have all your traits and more,
thought I’m not half as bad
as you. You cannot be sincere.
Nor do I bow down to my fear
of losing everything I’ve got.
Admittadly, its quite a lot.
Also, I can tell the truth,
I’m not a habitual liar.
To know I’m loved, I don’t need proof,
and I have my inner fire.
I have strength, which you lack.
Plus I’m not afraid to attack
life with everything that I am.
I must have got that from my Mam.
I certainly didn’t get it from you,
nor my ability to love.
I solve problems, I get through
then swiftly, I rise above.
What I did inherit, don’t forget,
is a slyness that you’ve not seen yet,
and to cut people down without a qualm
whilst remaining totally calm.
I have a sadistic streak too,
plus a temper like a flame.
I’m sure I got that from you,
you’re the one to blame!
In mental warfare, I’m no slouch,
so park your arse on that couch.
Weight-lifting has made me quite lean,
let me show you what I mean...