LISA
Curly hair
Big brown eyes.
My sweet daughter
You’re my prize.
Sent to me
From God above.
Answered prayers
A child of love.
That precious face
Looked into mine.
That little smile
Love so divine.
The years go by
Much to fast.
I look back at
Memories that last.
No baby now
But you are to me.
Sweet young lady
The world does see.
You make me proud
In all you do.
You always will
Till time is through.
My precious Lisa
Read these lines.
Know you’re loved
Till the end of time.
Submitted: March 22nd, 2002
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