My Little Blossom
A daughter is a gift from God,
There cannot be a finer thing,
Than watching while she’s growing up,
Her growth reminds me of the spring.
She’s just like a little blossom,
A tiny bud in bloom is she,
It seems she grows a bit each day,
Like a flowering apple tree.
She’s such a darling little girl,
Her personality is sweet,
She can’t help but be so charming,
When she smiles it is quite a treat.
In her world her dolls are babies,
All her stuffed animals are real,
She plays her game of make-believe,
While playing dress-up with such zeal.
Her hugs and kisses are precious,
I melt when she says, “I love you,”
She puts her arms around my neck,
It’s then I know her love is true.
I wish that my little blossom,
Could remain forever with me
But I know she has to grow up,
To become her own apple tree.
