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| LOOK AT HOW YOU'VE GROWN Ten fingers, Ten little toes Perfect in every way You have your father's eyes Your mother's smile Can you hear me A glow all your own Can you see me All ribbons and bows No, Go, up down Ma, Da Such beautiful sounds When you were three You looked at me Eyes all a twinkle At ten you lost a tooth Your teens seem to fly bye I turned around your youth was gone Now you are twenty one With children of your own I see little ones as you were Precious and beautiful My little one not so little You are their mother now they count on you As I your mother you counted on Unconditional is the love and the bond © Jan. 2001 Debbie Moore |
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| To Julie Love Mom |
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