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| My Daughter |
| As I look into the face of the young woman who stands before me, I see a hint of the little girl that used to be mine. I remember the first time I saw you, how my heart sang "She's mine". I remember your first word, your first step and your first doll. The memory of your constant laughter without a care, fills my soul. My daughter, you have touched many lives. Those lives have been left with a special spark, because you are special. Though all I have are memories of that little girl, they are mine and can never be taken away. So when I look at the young woman before me, I say with pride, "She's mine, my daughter". With all my love, Mother ~ Elizabeth Nancolas ~ as a gift for her daughter, Margaret Lynn, on her 20th birthday. This is an especially meaningful gift, as it was the last her mother gave her before she passed. |