Rayniece D. Clayborne
A Little Girl Named...Pumpkin - Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne
I got a wakeup call.
The alarm struck a cord.
The endless...realm called reality.
I dranked in your innocence.
This is the token.. for holding you.
I watched.. and my heart palpitated.
Yes the gift of elation.
I was rendered breathless.
I heard my soft, yet very gentle voice...filled with glee.
As I welcomed you...My beautiful niece(Jacqueline)
Here is truley home with this family.
Love comes in all different shapes, sizes, and colors.
I look forward to your first words...and me your auntie
I'll be the lady who looks like your Mommie....with open arms.
filled with all kinds of special talents, and charms.
Happy Birthday....and welcome to our family.
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