My Firstborn Child.
Brown curly hair
long fingers and toes
soft smooth beautiful
skin and a pink button
How beautiful, how tiny, is she really mine?
All these thoughts were going round in my
head all at one time!
I looked down at her looking up at me, i touched
her small cheek, i sng to her softly.
yes, i was young but i knew instantly, this small
precious thing was the best part of me.
I promise, i love you, i will be here everyday your
my firstborn child, you've made me this way.
my love will be with you untill my dying day.
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