To embody a name so well
your mother a prophet beyond measure
Did she foresee
the rays of sunlight would precede your entrance
and
the cherubs who throw envious glances at your smile
Could she have known that all who you meet would be
blessed by the sound of your
laughter
that you would become
a treasured daughter
Like your mother,
I hope that time would stop it's interminable spinning
to keep you here
a while
longer.
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