Sometimes I Look At Myself
II try get on with my life
I'm a going out kinda person
I liked dancing on Fridays.
I loved the company of my daughter.
But then I'd start to miss her
My heart turn to love.
Why god? Did you take her
To the heavens up above.
sometimes I look at myself
And I see u in my eyes
Your curved lips I can't disguise.
It was as you my beautiful daughter
You made my life worthwhile,
Your sweet kind nature
And beautiful big smile.
I miss you using the word mum
I miss your elegance and style.
I miss you my precious girl
When I stop feeling sad
My thoughts turns to love.
Copyright © Rosina Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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