A poem that I wrote about my baby when she was 3 months old.....

Her ancientness
surrounds me and it leaves me stupid
She reads my thoughts and senses the intuitive
I grasp her newly shaped hand
from which God crafted from the sand
Her spirit engulfs me and joy remains
within my heart happiness is gained
The taste of her cheek is the same as my love
He comes to greet us when the moon is above
STRONG the bond, her heart and mine
there will be no one that can break that vine
Among all the thieves encountered in my past
I bind all of these and my GOD will outlast
Through verse and faith of my love and me
She will inherit all the treasures and kingdom of thee.



My heart she has in the palm of her hand......she is my angel.
We are precious in His sight... and know I now why...
your children are your joy... We are the joy of the Lord.
Thank you Jesus, for my wonderful daughter...