Poem -

little princess

little princess

A silent wish,my desire that

madly enrages within my

destitute heart to be a

mother of a beautiful Girl.

I will cherish her, hold

her dearly to my heart,

wrap my arms around my

angel and be a heroine

to my little princess.

I will comb her long

luxuriant hair, dress her

in gorgeous dresses,

hold her hand tightly

when crossing a busy

street,kiss her on her

rosy, chubby cheeks,

blow kisses to her in

mid air,I will sing

her lullabies and read her bed

time stories before

she has a beauty sleep.

She will be the apple

of my eye, my crown in

life and my garland to

treasure and hold.

My sweet baby sent from

heaven above to be my

dearest daughter, I will love

her with all my heart

and care for her more

than words can say.

I will train her in

the ways of God, wipe

her tears when she

cries on her first

day at school and

pray she will grow up be a

fine young woman.

She will be my pride

and joy.

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Tony Taylor

Hey Stephanie!!........I know this feeling of excitement about your child............hold on tight.........it goes by so fast...........just reading this made me happy in my own memories...........I LOVE the obvious LOVE and ENTHUSIASM of this write...........I bet you're an awesome mommy! (smiles)..........well done my friend.........Love and Rockets!!............T xo

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Stephanie Iyavu

Hi Tony glad you liked this write, I am not yet a mum.One day will be.

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