Her silly cuddling fragile body,
A diamond safaris eyes,
Brightening every feel of motherhood in me.
So many days of tender smiles,
I count as a blessing above all I know.
She‘s growing into a young woman
Every day a bit more,
And I find myself recognizing similarities,
And the differences.
There is nothing that compare to her sparkly nature.
My angel, Diana,
You will accomplish all of your dreams that are floating through
Your young, innocent heart.
You are making me proud every given day,
And in a funny way.
You are reminding me, that in the world of seriousness,
There is laughter, and honest truth
Of every meaning in believing.
I write you this, and I know
You will compare my words to the picture you see in the mirror.
I see you combing your hair,
As a countless pearls,
Neatly falling down your back.
I see you choosing the pony tails
And running after your little sister,
Wanting to braid her hair,
And excusing you to do the same,
Because you are “too old” for braids.
I see you making faces toward your brother,
Who’s taking his time to walk out of his peaceful room.
And take you to the school.
My bright, beautiful daughter!
Don’t ever go to sleep,
Before you look up to our Father above,
And ask for another happy day to rise.
Don’t ever let that silliness, and little girl inside you, fade away.
I will be here with my wings every step of the way,
Either you think you need it or not.
Now, my gorgeous sirens,