My Anna Grace

She's beautiful, my little one,
With shining eyes, just like the sun,
Blessing All within her touch,
Her smile is that she loves so much,
She's like the moon,
Singing sweet Angelic tune,
Of pure delight,
She's everything, she's got it right,
The breeze it blows,
Her energy, it overflows,
Just like a flood,
What I've created, my flesh and blood,
How Blessed am I,
To see her dance can make me cry,
She spreads her wings,
She's teaching me a world of things,
I wished I knew,
Like why's the sky a gorgeous blue,
My Anna Grace,
The sweetest girl with the sweetest face

By: Stephanie Brannett

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