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my daughter


Time went by so fast

Where does time go

10 months ago is a thing of the past

It doesn't seem that long ago

With every day she has continues to grow

She has changed so much

And her abilities are beginning to show

Her cries stop with my touch

I love my daughter bunches

How she is so small

In my hand her finger she clutches

One day she will be big and tall

I can't wait to see what she becomes

and every thing else she'll over come

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