My Daughter
A baby born, precious and sweet
a little girl, to make my life complete
and, you grow.
Into a toddler, on the run
with wiggles and giggles and lots of fun
and, you grow.
Into a child with eyes of blue,
golden hair, and attitude
and, you grow.
Into a young lady, beautiful to see
growing into, the woman you'll be
and, you grow.
Into a woman, but, that's not the end
you're not only my daughter, you are my friend
and, we grow.
Copyright © Carole Eaton | Year Posted 2006
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