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My Baby Girl
Whisper softly, for she is sleeping
gently touch her Rosy cheeks,
A miracle in the making ,oh baby mine.
Soft pink is your blanket
baby fine is her hair.
So innocent and precious, my baby girl.
What did I do to ever deserve you
What greatness did I perform.
To feel this love for you, my baby mine.
God has given me the greatest gift,
One I feel I don't deserve
I can not look from you, my baby girl.
No matter the years are passing
No matter how much you grow
I will always be there for you, oh daughter mine.
Judy Lindsey
October 21, 2011
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