my girl
By soulful
The crisp cold air hits our faces as we walk The park has become A beautiful array of colours She plays in crisp fallen leaves Tossing them to an fro, up an down Jumping in an out,rolling over them crushing them in her hands Being gentle an studying them As I sit and watch The smile on her lips I know that someday This will change But for now I am enjoying My lil girl's smile And planting a memory That will last a lifetime Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 12:40 PM PST 0 • 8
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