Chosen Daughter

Raven black hair, milk chocolate skin

Eyes that are dark as the night.

A bright gleaming smile, a wide cheeky grin

A figure that fits her just right.

A nature that`s gentle, she`ll cry for the lost

A partner in life she`s become.

A beautiful person both inside and out

And she has chose me for her Mum.

A daughter whom I can be proud of

She`s all that I want her to be

Loving and kind with a wonderful mind

As a bonus God gave her to me.

Today this young lady is twenty-six years

And like all the mothers through time

I wish her the best on this special day

And I am so glad she is mine.

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