She Could Have Been

 

My youngest daughter, Angela

She's certainly not mine, but she could've been

The older we grow, we're more like kin

She was almost thirteen when first we met

I was hopelessly lost in her Mama's net

A child to raise, I needed no more

Having finished the task, with a previous four

But God grants you gifts you don't recognize

'Specially when your eyes are fixed on a prize

What a special day, what a ceremony

As her Mom and I joined in matrimony

Each of our kids took part in the fun

As the clouds rolled away and we stood in the sun

Tho' I did make the offer,  to take  her in too

She chose to remain and not become new

A promise I honored and did never refrain

To keep her on track, her goals to attain

From a Sunday School slip of a "Brown of panties"

She's now leader in sales, with no ranties

Clever and witty is she, there's no doubt

Her words and her actions bring plenty of clout

Along the way she began her own story

With John and three boys to earn their own glory

Tho Nana's in Heaven, be assured she looks down

To remind her of course, that panties aren't brown

So as I reflect on what I have gained

With her Mom, I got her,  and all she's attained

But God chose the time and picked out the when

She's certainly not mine, but she should've been

To my sweet Angela Lee which by the way, is my middle name too.

Just before I met Cheryl

First Christmas together