An Angel Without Wings

My daughter is my joy and pride.
She is smart, beautiful, innocent, & sweet.
But can be naive.
Her feelings she sometimes hides.
She questions everything with why.
And demands a reason for everything.
She rarely listens.
She kind of knows wrong from right.
Or bad from good.
Ariel can be jealous & afraid of people
And situations she misunderstands.
She can accept things she can't change.
She understands I have to work to make money.
She knows why.
She is loving, trusting, caring, loyal, pure, devoted,
Content, happy or sad, she never had a dad.
She is a good person.
She can have stress.
Or be emotional.
This place creates it.

This poem is about: 
My family

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