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    Amanda

I see my daughter’s face in the child before me,
 I see her smile and laughing face.
She has her mother’s legs, long and slim,
 And has slender hands like mom’s.

 I see her aunt’s willful eye, as stubborn as can be
I see her aunt’s fun and curiosity .
Bold and eager to explore just like her aunt,
and test the world before her
.
 She is growing fast, too soon I fear
 Will have no time for me
 But now she’s still a child who yells for me
.Grandma this and Grandma that.

I love to hear that sound


 

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