Precious gift from above

Serenity Tiara Davis
Only he above loves you as much as I So I write this poem praying to the sky

9 months I carried you

As you fluttered in me I already knew the everlasting love God has brought upon me

2 weeks late and still lord has not set you free

So many dreams and talk of what you might be

Your father and I sculpted what your look might be

No mater your look to us you would be the most precious thing

We will raise you to be the next independent beauty, something like a queen

Your beauty and presence shall be such a blessing

This thing I called life shall no longer have me stressing

I myself a daughter never knew what it was to be a mother

But yet I automatically know our love shall never be defiled July 3, 2007 11:45 pm there you are, the lord has smiled

Thank you lord for this blessing I called my child