Sarah Grace
Sarah Grace
Born in the morning as daybreak was dawning
With her came sunshine, our babe Sarah Grace
As she was growing, her beauty was showing
Already a charmer, the child Sarah Grace
Her lips always smiling her eyes so beguiling
A breaker of hearts was the girl Sarah Grace
When moonlight was beaming and stars all a ‘gleaming
She plighted her troth, the young Sarah Grace
With years now behind her, ‘tis here that we find her
A wife and a mother the same Sarah Grace
A gift and a treasure, she brings us such pleasure
Our own darling daughter, is our Sarah Grace
Brian's 'Thicker than Water' contest May 8th 2010
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
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