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My Daughter

Tiny hands and little feet

She's the very reason my heart beats

Gripping my finger oh so tight

Kept safe in my arms all through the night

 

Her eyes have yet so much to see

For now she's content just gazing at me

Her life is held within my hands

Before I know it she'll be able to stand

 

Each day she grows and shows her strength

But like her mama she lacks in length

Her voice is angelic

Her hair so long

She looks like her daddy but she's moody like mom

 

I never knew that I could love someone

To this extent and this strong

She is changing my perspective and

nurishing my soul

To give her what's best is now a lifetime goal

 

I may not have much and I may be flawed

But I would give and change everything

to be a great mom

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danielle-rose
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Dec 30, 2015
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