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HER TINY FACE
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MY LIFE STORY
It was Sunday, the day
was cold,
She came to my door,
as I was told.
Needed a mother, to
take care,
Like running a brush
through her hair.
Looking at her tiny face,
I asked God, give me
grace.
Help me today, is all I ask,
Make a decision, for this
task.
My spirit guide, showed me
the way,
With his advice, prepared
the day.
And as I touched her tiny
face,
I felt God, giving me grace.
Her name is in my family tree,
This little girl, means the
world to me.
(c) copyright heather burns
Her name is in my family tree,
This little girl, means the
world to me.
the above lines show that you love very much her,,,the cute tiny princess of your's life... its really a loving tribute to her and she must be your soul and living inside your sweet heart.... love this poem..well written... pray for her long life and wish if she makes you more satisfy spritually... well done
This poem is for my baby.
A true blessing in my life.
Mom loves you, and always will.