On December's tenth, a blessing sent,
A baby girl from Heaven lent.
Jasmine Abela Whitson, pure and bright,
A radiant soul, a beacon of light.

A month or two, the time flew by,
Until she graced our home, beneath the sky.
With piercing eyes, her beauty shone,
A precious gem that filled our souls with dawn.

My heart was stolen from that first sight,
A tiny miracle,
my guiding light.
Before, I knew not how to care,
For such a fragile life, so unaware.

But with each passing day, I learnt with glee,
The secrets of a baby's every need.
From tiny socks to tiny toes,
I nurtured her, as love only knows.

Our bond grew strong, as time went on,
Together we explored, our journey had begun.
From walks in parks to laughter-filled days,
We shared a world that knew no boundaries.

Through tumbling blocks and silly tunes,
I taught her all the joys of life's young blooms.
And in return, she taught me more,
Of innocence and love that forever endure.
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