My daughter is my angel.
She's light and love and peace.
She wakes me with her morning knock,
when I am sound asleep.
I hear her feet come shuffling in,
a blanket in her arms.
I pick her up, she snuggles close.
She's soft and wiggly and warm.
Her soft little hands touch my face.
Her eyes alight with love.
She gives a tickle to her Dad,
with a gentle kiss and hug.
I ponder now on all that transpired,
and how she came to be.
I can't imagine I could be so blessed,
to have God send this angel to me.
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