Bee Kilpatrick


Step Daughter


First time I saw you sitting there like a nervous little angel ready to fly away
First time I talked to you I encouraged you to stay
First time I saw you smile, it made me smile too
Now I look into your eyes, I think I know something about love too


First time I held your little hand, seemed like I had a friend for life in you
First time you told me about your momma I felt your love for her too
First time you jumped on my back I felt the beginning of love for you
Now I look into your eyes, I think I know something about love too

First time I taught you something, you taught me something too
First time I told you have a wonderful blessed morning, you told me to have one too
First time you said good night to me, I said good night to you
Now I look into your eyes, I think I know something about love too

Oh it’s been many a years and your still that little girl I knew
You fell in love with him before I really knew, just like I fell in love with you
When you went away to school I told you, you are a precious gift from God and you said so are you
And now I have got them you are all grown and left me
Miiss my baby blues

Submitted: Monday, July 26, 2010
Edited: Sunday, October 17, 2010

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