My Daughter, My Friend
How I miss
Those day's of old.
When you were small,
And your hair was gold.
Fragile were your hands,
When they held mine.
A smile so sweet,
It could stop the hands of time.
I knew this day would come
A woman you would be.
How my heart breaks,
Each time you have to leave.
A friend to me now,
What a joy you see
No matter how far away,
My baby, you will always be.
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