Golden Curls

Golden Curls
March 13, 2001

Beautiful child, so very innocent,
With her golden hair and treasured curls.
The fairest face, the sweetest smile,
A diamond amongst all little girls.
Chubby hands, and sticky kisses,
Were treasured one and all,
Lipstick grins, and dimpled chins,
And crayon scribbles upon the wall.
The bluest eyes, you've ever seen,
Beneath those dark, long lashes.
Rosiest cheeks, and pinkest lips,
Dressed in little girl fashions.
Memories of her, so long ago,
Take my breath away.
Cherish those moments, they're gone so quick,
How I wish those curls were here today.


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