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Mar 2013
So beautifully designed
Everything perfectly placed
Call her my angel because she never fails me
Revealed to me the truths behind strength
And the beauty that comes along with struggle
Her touch is so gentle and her voice so sweet
It prides me to hear them call her little me
I laugh at the thought of me raising her
When I think about it, we are raising each other
For her it's about rights and wrongs,manners, colors, and these funny thing we call letters
But unknowingly she rises each morning, right with the sun
Teaching me that life isn't always about selfish reckless fun
That there is so much more to life...
How to love someone more than anything in this world...
To learn to put your self second because she will always come first...
That each day there is something amazing to discover...
Seeing the world through the eyes of a child is what she taught me...
Along with teaching me the mentality of being a mommy.
Jeanette Rogers
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Jeanette Rogers  California
(California)   
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   Nicole Fox, --- and Timothy Brown
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