When she looks out the window,
I wonder what she's thinking;
When she hums her made up tune,
I wonder why she's singing.
Sometimes I feel a presence,
Like something is in the air;
It's really quite familar,
Like wind touching her hair.
Today she's been there longer,
Than I've ever seen before;
It looks like she is waiting,
For a special visitor.
I will always remember,
Watching her watch quietly;
And I'll save this picture as,
My favorite memory.
Listen. Hear her giggling,
Next, she'll jump high and shout, 'Boo';
'God', she will whisper sweetly,
'Do you see me, I see You.'
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