My daughters love,
I've watched her grow,
So many hours,
So many days,
She has changed ,
In so many ways,
A once covered in sauce,
Dinner plate,
To requiring gravy,
An acquired taste,
She makes her decisions,
Within time of mind,
No hast ,
My little baby,
A young lady this day,
A blossoming flower,
Within a full sun shower ,
Her very protection,
My motherly love,
Her hand and mine,
Fit the same glove,
She so beautiful,
My angel,
My dove,
Her once so small,
Tiny feet,
Don't fit my shoes,
She has one size up on me,
Where did time go,
Its all in my mind,
The very best memories,
The kind that bind,
Upon your soul,
The kind of love,
That conquers all,
My once so small,
But now so tall,
My daughters love,
Is bast of all.
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My Dear friend Nardine,
BRAVO!!!!! is my truest response to this one and so true to, is the quote of oh how time flys, when it pertains to the sporadic growth, of our (once),little ones......Was on my way out but saw this one and had to respond to it, before I departed but will be back later, to delve into the solid GOLDS, of Ms./Mrs.. Nardine Sanders.. , It seems just yesterday,that our young ones, were at the point, when they, were just learning to crawl, talk and walk but when the sprouting days arrive, they arrive, like sprouting little trees and in fact a lot taller and brighter than we, during these days and ages. Very pretty dedication to I am sure a very well deserving young lady...Will you allow her to read this one are have she already and if so, I am sure, she has a continuous smile on her face and proud of mommy, just as much, as mom is of her and the other collection of little charmers, in your basket, of little Easter eggs. Proud of you dear lady and again, a lovely poem, by a special mom and lady...
LOL, my dear friend,
Jim
Dearest friend Jimmy indeed the thoughts of their lives challenges first crawling, the crawling fast like little surprised hamsters wanting to explore everything and anything there little hand could reach, the huge smile upon their faces when realizing they could stand, talk, run, and talk, all very imprinted in my memories as if it were only yesterday, they amaze me every day with their views to life, opening my eye's to so much love, my daughters are writing poetry and songs, this brings me more joy than words can ever express, so creative and individual, unique, an extremely proud mum indeed,
love to you sweetheart xx your friend Nardine xoxo