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Letters To Isabella #1

My Dearest Isabella,
So much of myself, I see in You.
Yet, I can't help to think,
How much that scares Me.
It scares me, that you'll be teased
Made fun of, and isolated in school
Not fit in, only to fit in
Somewhere else you shouldn't be
I'm afraid you'll have no friends
Or friends, that will use you all the same.
I'm so afraid, you'll be just like Me.
I pray you'll never feel loneliness at a young age
Or talk to much like me, Have an addictive personality
Where things come to easy for You,
Only to drift towards your dad's footprints
I Plead, you'll never feel loss as I have
Or Struggle with Demons, as I do constantly
I wish you'll find Love, unlike the Love, I Found.
I Hope you'll never abandon, the ones who Love You
As I have done before, or fall into the same escape as I did.
I pray you're smart in school,
Not Bored, in a hurry like I.
All I Want, is for You to find Happiness, in You.
In everything You do, but especially in Love.
Love, is the one constant in Life
That is always, worth your all.
So much of myself, I see in You
Yet, I can't help to think
How much that scares me.
I'm afraid, of Letting You Down.
My Dearest Isabella.....I Love You.

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Jerred Coleman

Awe, Thanks Nardine, I love writing about my daughter.

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