Caralina Rose
When I look at her, I see a beautiful girl.
She has dirty blonde hair with grey/blue eyes.
But what is inside?
She is so young and full of life.
At every turn, she is waiting for someone.
She wants a hug from her mama or dada.
I can tell my little sister is a smart little girl.
She can say her ABCs and say her colors.
But more importantly she is very sweet.
She always says I love you and blows kisses.
This I why I know she is a rose that will survive this world.
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