Hazel Grace

Poem About Children

By Jared GordonPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

since the moment i saw your sweet little face

its like everything stopped even time and space

your cute little fingers curled around mine

its the most wonderful thing i have felt in all my time

you are my sweet little baby girl everything i adore

when you drew your first breath i had swore

i would do everything in the world for you and more

you have engraved your name in my heart

you my beautiful daughter grow strong and be smart

daddy will always be here for you

your mother will to

never forget that we love you

inspirational

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