The creation of my daughter . . .
From a gentle bud,
Through the stages of life,
Emerges a beautiful woman.
From the heart of my daughter,
A new bud has come to life.
Tiny little fingers . . .
Beautiful blue eyes . . .
An innocent little soul to guide.
Whisper to the little one . . .
Gently hold his hand . . .
Embrace him with love and patience.
Eyes of kindness, he will understand.
Build him a path free of thorns . . .
My heart has new flight,
A grand angel in my garden of life.