You graced the room with your presence.
Opened your eyes in a world that was new,
Kicking and screaming, I held you close.
I looked at you and felt you
A tiny baby, soft and warm,
I touched your head with hairs so few.
You mellowed and clung tightly to me
I looked at you and held you.
As your mother slept, I cradled you
From the night you came to the morning dew,
You breathed and whimpered; I loved it all
I looked at you and I kissed you
The night in that room I won’t forget.
Sweetness and innocence followed through.
Now you’re grown, elegant and pure,
I look at you, but what can I do?
No longer a child but a woman in white,
Standing at the altar, I sit in a pew
Thinking softly to myself
As I look at you, can this be true?
Years have passed, and I am now old.
Seeing you on occasions so few.
Regardless of time, one thing remains,
As I look at you, I love you.
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