My girls are my heart
They have been from their start
Each Daughter is unique in her way
All different from each other,
but that’s ok
It’s the little things they do for me
I wouldn’t trade them for all the world’s gold,
You see
The Sea of little cards or the ceramic owl painted
The ugly little statue of pottery, still I was elated
It was the love They always put into the gifts
Treasures I still have from the past, so many
my spirit lifts
My girls always make me smile inside
Especially on days, I want to hide
Until the day I die
My girls remain the apple of my eye
