My Katie is sunlight softened to gold,
A laugh like wind chimes, gentle and bold.
Her smile could heal the weary and worn,
Morning’s own grace in human form.
Kind brown eyes where calmness stays,
A hush of peace in life’s loud maze.
She speaks, and shadows seem to flee—
The world feels right when she’s with me.
Her laughter—sweet as summer rain,
Turns every sorrow soft again.
Encouragement flows from her like art,
Painting hope on the walls of the heart.
She is comfort wrapped in warm embrace,
A stillness found, a sacred place.
My Katie, so tender, steady, and true—
God must have smiled the day He made you.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
My Katie is sunlight softened to gold,
A laugh like wind chimes, gentle and bold.
Her smile could heal the weary and worn,
Morning’s own grace in human form.
Kind brown eyes where calmness stays,
A hush of peace in life’s loud maze.
She speaks, and shadows seem to flee—
The world feels right when she’s with me.
Her laughter—sweet as summer rain,
Turns every sorrow soft again.
Encouragement flows from her like art,
Painting hope on the walls of the heart.
She is comfort wrapped in warm embrace,
A stillness found, a sacred place.
My Katie, so tender, steady, and true—
God must have smiled the day He made you.
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