From my second floor window,
I looked out to see,
My daughter up high,
in a maple tree.
Needless to say,
I was fit to be tied,
I hollared at her
Until she cried.
And though I didn't
like to scold,
I did, for she was
but five years old.
My real feelings,
I tried to hide.
For I was actually,
quite filled with pride.
Mary J. Stevens
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