Michelle, my Child.
By Channa
Cute as a button, soft as a roseshe is a beauty and can strike a poseBig chocolate eyes, long silky lashesher hair, the shade of morning auburn ashshe teases boys, yet she means no harmher playful giggle is part of her charmshe is quite stormy, she sounds like thunderdon't read her wrong, please don't misjudge hershe's only sixteen, a young teenagershe will make mistakes, I'm here to help hershe is true friend of those who are needyand gives of herself readily and freelyshe's a young woman, ready to explorewhatever life, has for her in store,she's a bright sunbeam on a cloudy daya breath of fresh air, that'll sweep you awayshe doesn't worry about her spiritualityit is when I come in and I start to pray,please keep my precious child in your loving carefor I know Father, you honor a mother's prayer. Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 12:38 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Cute as a button, soft as a roseshe is a beauty and can strike a poseBig chocolate eyes, long silky lashesher hair, the shade of morning auburn ashshe teases boys, yet she means no harmher playful giggle is part of her charmshe is quite stormy, she sounds like thunderdon't read her wrong, please don't misjudge hershe's only sixteen, a young teenagershe will make mistakes, I'm here to help hershe is true friend of those who are needyand gives of herself readily and freelyshe's a young woman, ready to explorewhatever life, has for her in store,she's a bright sunbeam on a cloudy daya breath of fresh air, that'll sweep you awayshe doesn't worry about her spiritualityit is when I come in and I start to pray,please keep my precious child in your loving carefor I know Father, you honor a mother's prayer...."