The little girl
Whose finger was wrapped around mine
The beautiful woman with whom she was being held by was her mother.
Soon.
Our eyes met
Her mom gave her to me to hold
Isn't she lovely
I began to sing
It was something about my little girl
That sparkle in her eyes
Those pretty brown eyes
Paradise is her name
Her world will be filled with endless joy
With two moms
She will be loved
Her best is yet to come
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Author:
Poetic Misfit (
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- Comment from author about the poem: While writing this poem I was thinking about the future. One day when I find the right person and have a future together. I would want my daughter to be named Paradise
- Category: Love
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Comments3
First off just let me say, I was going to write a poem like this today. Great minds think alike. This subject about future children, or lovers is certainly thrilling. It's rare as well. Took the idea right out of my mind! The poem is fantastic. Good stuff.
Haha yeah, you're right
This is beautiful, I love the subject of it in every way. Simple, yet expressive.
Thank you
love your attitude in this poem about our children.
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