Tag Archives: Eighteen

On Turning 17

On Turning 17by Michael DoyleThe days crawl slowly on one by oneAnd your birthday is past and doneI am still thinking on what it meansThat my baby girl has turned seventeenWasn’t it only just yesterdayThat you entered this world’s wayLaying … Continue reading

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I’m Not the Kind of Father

I’m Not the Kind of Fatherby Michael DoyleI’m not the kind of fatherWho can spend a lot of moneyHowever much I love my daughtersMy ex thinks this is funnyShe complains about the money she spendsDespite the child support givenAnd I … Continue reading

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Brand Me

Watched a Ted Talk with my princesses on branding. Brand Me by Michael Doyle Thinking back on life Through all of the joy and strife There has been one question Held back with some hesitation What then is my story? … Continue reading

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