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A SPECIAL DAUGHTER
A special child and never fussy
With her dolls, she was in Paradise.
Her little hands always so busy,
Love and contentment in her brown eyes!
Up and down, her golden hair rushed
Day after day, she played by my side.
Skipping rope, also playing hop-scotch
Always laughing and singing with pride.
Like a real flower she bloomed after.
Lending a hand, for her, was normal
Cooking or cleaning didn’t matter
Always so happy, never formal!
Now success and pride she is reaping
Her own family and her own dream
Make her whole as she’s accomplishing
Different things making their eyes gleam!
Oh, how I love this special daughter!
She makes me so proud and so happy
To have become her loving mother!
I thank God for my dearest Mary!
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