My girls

From the moment my eyes glanced upon her
I knew I’d never be the same
I caressed her tiny fingers
She still didn’t have a name
My eyes were still in wonder
When I saw her mother smile
Our special delivery took hours
Yet she never lost her style

We raised her to be thankful
We raised her to be good
Made sure to teach her right from wrong
Like any good parent should
I told her to stand strong
When she didn’t think she could
Be just like your momma
She told me that she would


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