To My Daughter Poem by Wolf the poet

Her cry pricks the heart
Her laughter builds the hut
Her smile cuddles the air
Her stare warms the room
Her courage can raise the ocean tides

You are such a blessing
A blessing descended from the heavens
Your being Is a miracle
Foretold by the Greek oracle
I will always be here to listen
To be a friend, a supporter and a confidant

When you are in pain
I will take it away and offer you rain
Rain to wash away your troubles
I want to be part of your successes
Walk you through every bit of it
And when the going gets tough
The tougher we are going to get

You are my little wolf
Accalia is her name
Always howl to the oppressors
Uplift your beauty
Make it your duty if not your priority
When you read this someday
Always know that your dad loves you
No matter what befalls him