The Girls: Girlie Girl (3 years old) and Miss Priss (2 Years old)
A cymbal crash, a pepper dash and jasmine flowers round,
soft angels’ wings, a bluejay sings and babbling brook the sounds.
Fresh darling small, Ms. Know It All, such time has slipped away.
Like fallen leaves to hear her breathe gives meaning to the day.
Behind her smile, enchant, beguile, whole worlds within her eyes.
My gift from God, designer shod, my beautiful surprise.
A beam of light, my morning bright, laughter in a bean,
Beloved skin, the perfect grin, the like I’ve never seen.
Eyes like jewels, silk hair by spools, a smile to shame the sun.
A world of play and every day is a perfect one.
Could I have thought, this child I’ve wrought, would make my life sublime?
I’ll let you know, each day you grow, I’m glad that you are mine.
You are the perfect introduction
~Written by Daddy
A cymbal crash, a pepper dash and jasmine flowers round,
soft angels’ wings, a bluejay sings and babbling brook the sounds.
Fresh darling small, Ms. Know It All, such time has slipped away.
Like fallen leaves to hear her breathe gives meaning to the day.
Behind her smile, enchant, beguile, whole worlds within her eyes.
My gift from God, designer shod, my beautiful surprise.
A beam of light, my morning bright, laughter in a bean,
Beloved skin, the perfect grin, the like I’ve never seen.
Eyes like jewels, silk hair by spools, a smile to shame the sun.
A world of play and every day is a perfect one.
Could I have thought, this child I’ve wrought, would make my life sublime?
I’ll let you know, each day you grow, I’m glad that you are mine.
You are the perfect introduction
~Written by Daddy
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