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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (WHY I KEEP LIVING) She is light skin blonde hair with curls a perfect mixture of our different racial spring. A gap in between her front teeth and two tiny dimples on her cheeks. Haha! She is so beautiful and fragile very intelligent and sweet. She has a castle in the garden she believes she is Cinderella. My unborn princess Mia. I dreamed of her ever since i was sixteen. at nineteen i thought this was it only i had no groom. so when he put a ring on it on my 21st birthday i knew it would be anytime soon. But when we went our separate ways an year after that it was another doom. Now am 24,turning 25yrs soon and i think i have found the right Mon. But with all the distance and miles separating us i think it will take a few passing of the moon. Each night before i drift off i close my eyes place my hand on the tummy and listen as her tiny legs tries to kick it off. Each dawn when i wake i kiss 'Mia the teddy' on the forehead as i shall each day when we wake. I live for that soft wail when doctors cut that tail. I live for the bite of her first set of teeth announcing she is about to outgrow my tits. I breath for the day she calls me 'mama'! I breath for the day she runs down those stairs without my arms as her guide and armor. I breath for that scared innocent look when i let go of her hand on her first day to school. I fight for the day she comes home crying with her first heart break. I fight for the day those tall legs makes a win on the run way granting her a career through break. I live for the day she reach the teens start to see me as her evil twin. I breath for the day my baby girl walks down the aisle with pride besides her father all glamorous and in style. I fight for the day she hit forty and everything she feels becomes a fight. I live for the day she will comb my gray hair tuck me to bed with a kiss on my forehead as i once did to her. I breath for the day i shall dies old,toothless and with a smile because i know she will be standing by. I live, breath and fight to live till she is live right here in my life.
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