Girl with the Curls
I can still remember,
when they said you may not be born,
my heart became so heavy,
wondering how I would mourn.
I can still remember,
the first day I held you close,
you were so calm and beautiful,
with big brown eyes and a little nose.
I can still remember,
daddy was your first word,
such a dulcet melodious voice,
more beautiful than a mockingbird.
I can still remember,
when I would come home at night,
how you would come running,
smiling sweetly and eyes shining so bright.
I can still remember,
sometimes when life became a struggle,
you would calm all my fears,
with a big hug and a warm snuggle.
I can still remember,
pleading with God to keep me alive,
so that I could always protect you,
I needed the will to survive.
I can still remember,
your flamboyant 'diva like' style,
singing and dancing all day,
you knew how to make people smile.
You think your dad's like a mountain,
how in trials, I show no emotion,
its because I don't want you to worry,
even when I crumble, I'll show you devotion.
So, my precious little girl with the curls,
today's the day you're no longer a teen,
but you will always be my innocent angel,
even when throwing tantrums like a drama queen!
I know the day will come,
when your prince charming will take you away,
But, my little sweetheart,
remember that daddy loved you since your first day.
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Silent One
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