Treasure Island

Cindy Wright

(August 18. / Urbana NY)

Rising Star


Rising Star!
- - - - - - -
Sweet little babe giggles and coo's
with each smile, chases away your blues.
Big beautiful eyes filled with wonder
as she grows, it's your heart that is torn asunder.
Her voice soon found,
a giggle now a melodious sound.
Finding her self now blossoming like a tree,
A little girl no more, rather a strong young lady.
Out stretched arms and looking to the sky,
A beautiful girl is ready to open her wings and fly.
Watching closely, never going to far,
your little girl is now your rising star.
~~CindaSue~~

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2014

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This is for all my girls at Barbizon I am bus monitor for. And my daughter whom is an aspiring model with them :)

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