Sarah Pajarillo (October 2,1987 / Minnesota)
To my daughter
The snow owl sings its songlike melody
as we dance alone in the moonlight
your short brown hair curls up at the ends
-you smell so sweet!
I hold you close to me as we gaze at the stars above
Your almond-shaped eyes sparkle with every moment that passes
-your laughters contagious
You whisper 'i love you' as im spinning you around
-Thats when i melt
MY DAUGHTER! -MY BLOOD! -MY EVERYTHING!
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