I remember once when you were young
how you couldn't be found that day
until the neighbor finally called
you had went to their house to play.

A beautiful blonde hair lil girl
with a twinkle in your eye
picking daisies for your mom
chasing lightnin bugs across the sky.

Then there was that day in Pappys yard
for his birthday we gathered to share
then the sudden squeel of tires
and how it gave us all a scare.

You are no longer a lil' girl
but you'll always be the baby{like me}
each day I watch you grow
from that child into a lady.


Staci Happy Birthday.

[This message has been edited by Gentle Spirit (07-22-2002 03:18 PM).]

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