She knows what she wants
But shes so insecure
Shes so much like her mom
A little miniature
Shes my little princess
Turning into a young lady
Where are the times
When she was just a baby
She worries a lot
Even about worldly problems
Shes concerned about peoples health
As if she herself the pains felt
She is my first personal miracle
In every sense of the word
Shes a gift from heaven sent
My prayers were heard

03/14/2002

Posted on 03/14/2002
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