Whenever Hazel smiles
I rejoice, she is mine
Butterflies in my stomach
For, today; two weeks she marks
Being my precious child
And I just can not hide
The love of fatherhood
Join me light the camp wood…
Let’s blow and hang balloons
With her favorite cartoon..
As I celebrate her
Do not hiss or say ah…
Can’t wait to read aloud
Children stories that I have
All places we shall go to
Soon as she masters toes.
Beautiful!
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Thank you sir
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Brings back many memories of being a young first-time mother. :) Those were some good times. Lovely, Vinz!
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Thank you Susi Bocks… A birth of one’s child redefines the thought of one’s perspective to life.
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You’re welcome! It certainly does!
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