A Birthday

My eldest daughter turner 50 years this week.
There!  I've said it!
I cannot believe that she has reached such a great age.  A half Century.
For reasons that we wont discuss here, my daughter and I have not spoken for years ..... but she is often on my mind.
Yesterday she was fifty - I've written that as it doesn't seem such a large number that way.
She was such a pretty, dainty little girl with big blue eyes - her father's eyes.
As she grew up she kept her daintiness, always being slim.  She grew into a boyish teenager following heavy rock groups, introducing me to a varied selection of music and the New Romantic performers.  
I queued for several hours, while she was in school, to buy tickets for Duran Duran when they came to town .  I managed to get a work experience for her and a friend with Durannies Fan Club.  She would go up to town with a couple of friends and wait outside hotels for the 'stars' to leave or come back from a concert.....Wham, Thompson Twins..... They were exciting times for me as I struggled to bring up all the children on little money.
She came with me when I moved to a new home, seemingly taking it all on board as I poured out my woes to her.  
She went straight to work from school and I am proud to say never out of work.  She would  spend Friday and Saturday evenings out 'on the town' with friends and/or work colleagues, often rolling in very much worse for wear.  
She did all the things that growing children tend to do nowadays..... bought a house, married, divorced, had a child ..... we argued.......
Now there is nothing .......
But she is there in my heart .... she is my daughter.
I hope she had a happy birthday .......