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Simply put she is my baby

and my baby she always will be

I’ve known that from the moment

she grew inside of me

But life has a way of moving

how quickly the changing zephyrs whirl

where once crawled my little baby

now stands my little girl.

“She’s your little girl!”, says my mind

As it tries desperately this knowledge to impart..

But I’m not always listening

“She’s still your baby!”, says my heart.

And at every stage in her life

my mind and heart shall disagree…

Young woman, woman, mother

She’s still my baby to me.

And I imagine this is to be my destiny

the way it always will be…

that she will remain my baby

even when she’s 93.