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To a Cute little girl....

To a Cute little girl....

Watch her first day at school

She climbs on the bus all alone

With the water bottle and bag

to clash back the moan as

You  make her way back home

To applaud  loud when she's in her first play

To help her with homework at the end of the day

To worship , cherish and watch her grow

To guide and teach her all that you know

To see her through good times,

To share in her pleasure and cry

When she is sad,

To hold her close and be by her side

To watch her through life as

Your heart fills with pride.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Iman Z,

Thanks dear Poetess Iman for your lovely comments. The scene  is being visualized in a flash back of my memory  of my first daughter Marilyn Williams, who is now grown to 27 years and tie her knot on Monday, 24th of this month. I invite you to her wedding and I seek your blessings and prayers, Regards & Love WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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The Music man

Lovely sentiment and thought in words   congrats Williamsji Mavelli

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Paul Mcmahon,

Thanks for your valuable comments and appreciation of my poem

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Paul Mcmahon,

Again, your inspirational words are my support in writing. Thanks a lot

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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