Our sweet little daughter,
you are almost grown.
Before we know it,
you'll be on your own.
When we look back
on all of your years,
we miss our little girl,
but smile through the tears.
Just know that we love you,
you are the light in our day
We will be right here
to help in any way.
Life isn’t easy,
it’s also not fair.
But remember that home
will always be there.
You’re not a little girl now,
a young lady, you’ve become.
Go build your life but always,
remember where you came from.
~ Tasha Miller
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