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       When I was a little girl of maybe three of four,

       You'd braid my hair with bows and clips and colored ribbons galore.

       You'd paint my nails and dress me up in dresses all of lace,

       Then you'd smile and I could see the proud look on your face.



       As I grew older into my teens all giggly and full of glee,

       We'd do my hair together and I was proud at what I'd see.

       We went together to the mall to get the dress for my first prom,

       Have I told you lately just how proud I am that you're my mom.



       On the day that was the most special in any girl's life,

       You helped me pick the dress I was to wear as a new wife.

       Again you helped me fix my hair for this last and final time,

       I think I saw a tiny tear in your eyes as the church bells chimed.



       Many years have passed since those days I cherish so,

       Now it's me doing hair and nails with paints and pretty bows.

       I remember all you've taught me and I use it every day,

       All your great words of advice; your soft and gentle way.



       I look down into the eyes of my precious baby girl,

       Her hair lying all around her face in soft and shiny curls.

       I see you in her smile and in her sparkling eyes,

       This is the best part of life; the part that never dies.