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A Poem about my first born daughter. |
| Ringlets of fourteen carat gold, Big brown eyes so soft and bold, Smiles that light a room a glow, Giggles so soft and low. Growing pains so fierce and cold, Bittersweet days that grew long and old. A journey unforgettable and stories untold, You’ve grown into the strongest young woman I know. My firstborn daughter, a love so strong, My prayers continue as days go on. May God bless you as you work on your way, Young wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend today. |