June 11, 2010 at 06:02 pm
Poem, G (All)
Romance | Romance | Love
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Music of my life
The sun is a red-orange, glow it so gazing upon the sunís rays.
It seems all hope is lost, but is sure not to see your baby sister.
Growing up from a baby, to a adult watching your baby sister growing.
Taking care of her own baby, it brings a sadness in her very own eyes.
Watching her own daughter grow, to become a teenager and a adult.
Soon your own daughter will be a veteran, of the magical world of poetry.
It seems like only yesterday, I see my daughter starting to walk.
For the very first time, saying her very first word she say momma.
She filmed her own daughter, saying her very first word.
Now she is a proud writer, writing a very good best seller.
I am proud of my baby girl watching, her to grow and big.
Taking care of her mom, she is so happy to see her grand daughter
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thanks dom for the great challenge
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