With an abundance of curls upon your head
you lay sleeping upon your little bed.
Curled up on your pillow as snug as a bug
Straight to my heartstrings you began to tug
Was this creation truly mine to keep?
Lifting you up you continued to sleep
Kissing your forehead and whispering softly
Oh Thank you God above!
Nothing prepared me for the next instalment
of twenty two year of pure love.
Angels singing softly for you tonight
I pray that you will always be alright
Protecting you from harms way my whole life
not wanting you to ever experience strife
The best daughter in the world, that much is true,
Never have I felt more proud now that you are twenty two
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niki j turner 2013
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