Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Poems by Me,,,

Little Daughter

Pitter patter of little feet,
how they always seem to beat
in a tune of innocence.
Fingerprints on the wall,
time has passed they grow so tall.
Now with trips to the mall and slamming
of doors down the hall,
there is not a moment I'd change at all.
The beating of your heart and mine
once beat in rhyme.
Let me tell you little daughter,
my love for you will never falter.
You have me wrapped around your finger
thoughts of you will always linger,
In my soul and in my heart.
I love you daughter..

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