Oh my daughter
Legs in plaster
Taught to keep her
Knees together
Oh my daughter
Skin grew over
And taught to walk some
Three years later
Oh my daughter
The fragile features of your mother
They're buried under
The plainer features of your father
Oh my daughter
Life rushed from you
And split in ways you
Weren't meant to
And oh my daughter
Such crushing pressure
At half the age of
Your poor mother
Oh my daughter
Your ruddy cheeks will never weather
And buried under
The fragile features of your mother