In a faraway place
In the South
Where millions of
Coco trees abound
In a place close to the
Deep blue ocean
And Dalahican Beach
Within the foothills
Of fabled Mt. Banahaw
Said to be where spirits
And folklore gods resided
Was born,
My eldest daughter
Round as a ball
Spunky in her ways
Survivor like her Dad
She grew
In times of want
And in times of plenty
All, to pass through
Fire and forge
Her indomitable spirit
To go against all odds
That in her little
Way, she would
Leave her indelible mark
On how to live
The way she would like to
A darling child to me
Naughty and with courage
But caring and kind
Just like her mother
To those who have less...
The mark of my daughter
Who has little Chinky Eyes
Maritoni
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