Eyes that are blue, or they may be brown.
A questioning look or a cute little frown.
That bit of a curl, ever out of it's place.
The winsome smile, on a small daughters face.
A tiny new infant, then a toddler, soon she's a teen.
Then she's quite grown, and she is a queen.
With loves of her own, only God can provide;
Dear sons, and sweet daughters, to fill her life,
With true love and much pride.
Author: Doris Ladine Dake
dedicated to my daughters Karen & Jessie
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