The eleventh of September may be a sad day to remember for the world, but it's a happy one for me because that's the day my daughter was born. She's now 18 and I would like to share the poem I wrote for her.
Daughter, there’s something about you
That means so very much.
Could it be your laughter and quiet voice?
Or, the magic in your touch.
How we love our brown-eyed beauty.
You’re an angel in disguise.
You know just how to make us laugh,
With that twinkle in your eyes.
Though you try hard not to be noticed
You rise above the rest.
How we love the freckles on your cheeks.
We think you are the best.
With your knack of creating unique things
We love your sense of style.
And though you’re not the neatest child
Your creations make us smile.
And now we wish for you this day
A happy day to, remember.
A day of peace and happiness
On the eleventh of September.
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