Monday, June 15 2009
Through all the stages, short and long, a daughter is so like a song. Major chords are mountain tops, all filled with laughs and lemon drops. Not long ago I held you close and crooned soft lullabys. Yet in a single day it seems my busy child was filled with dreams. Your courage and your faith are strong. And though the road God bless you, daughter mine, and wrap you round in angel shine. Much Love, Copyright (c) 2007 Solarium Analytika |
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