Within your arms the flowers
So gently placed them there
This child of love and beauty
Has gathered them with care

Wants to share them with you
So you will always know
The petals of her softness
Will touch like soft pillow

So eager just to please us
These children of our heart
Have a gentle touch in them
So sweetly they impart

Treasures you'll remember
As child you have is grown
Knowing love's sweet tenderness
She'll pass on to her own

These days of gentle magic
For you they will appear
As memories tomorrow
Are smiles you gather here

Times of love and sharing
Will turn around one day
The things she will remember
She'll pass along the way.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
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Midi Entitled "The Gift" by Bruce DeBoer

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