Child of Mine
Child of mine you are so
divine.
You play so fine in your
own little mind.
Loving you has been a climb,
and now your nine.
You've never committed a crime,
and your soon to be in your prime.
Your always well in line and you
don't ask me to spend a dime.
Child of mine you have ways to
remind me life can be so blind.
Copyright © Amanda Teague | Year Posted 2016
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