Child,
Lucille
my daughter
I love you so
you are my star-shine
my heart swells with pride
for the angel you are,
the woman you will become,
the intelligence seen within.
My love for you is everlasting;
you hold my heart in the palm of your hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a wonderful write to a mother who must love her daughter very much and it shows in this beautiful piece of work your wrote.