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This poem is about my daughter when she was under a year old. |
She's So Cute As I sit and wait watching for her; always early, never late. She's so cute when she arrives, Her little hands wanting mommy's side. Swinging up and down And side to side She can't walk or talk but she'll let me know what's on her mind She likes me to read her favorite books: Little Bunny; Blue Jay And most of all Goodnight Moon She likes her music That's for sure And when it's not there, Then the look she makes; let's me know how she feels about that too. When she sleeps she grabs ahold and just won't let go. She's so cute as she sleeps and when she wakes she'll play all day. But if you wake her she won't cry but she'll let you know that it was not right I call her at nite and see her twice a week. When she comes home I'll be as happy as can be. Because we have a bond that no one can break. |