I am lost, without my daughter.
She comes around just for a quarter
making dinner for two.
Sometimes, is hard to do.
But, when will my daughter appear.
Why, does she leave me in the rear.
She is mine.
Only one of a kind.
How come, it had to end.
My daughter is my best friend.
Lori "Peanut" Hyer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-best-friend-2/
