Forever 22

To my beloved ex-co-inhabitants of room 22. I found the poem in my journal today and thought I'd remind you guys:

He Sings to His Daughter, His Love

You are my precious child
You are my beautiful design
Out of love I created
Your body soul and mind
I swore my love eternal
As I hung upon that cross
I was faint with love for you dear
As my spirit I gave up.
Please define yourself by nothing
But what I've called you to be
As your father and your groom, dear
I'm enthralled by your beauty

I love you guys and miss you!
Love your,
Mama Pam