Sydney Grace

Precious is a daughter, and her mother’s love.

Sheltered by her father, since the day she’d come.

All her hopes and dreams are filtered through the streams, for the pleasures yet to bring.

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I rocked her in a cradle, in a moonlit room,

Wondering when she’s able, would she leave too soon?

Though she’s here for just a while,

She’s our joy and she’s our child. 

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Beauty is a gem stone.  It’s a jewel within,

Shining like a light on, the humble heart who lives.

All the stepping stones are lit and paved with gold,

Every time she leaves home.

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I rocked her in a cradle, in a moonlit room,

Wondering when she’s able, would she leave too soon?

Though she’s here for just a while,

She’s our joy and she’s our child.

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To a brother and her sister, she’s a treasured friend.

What they’d do for one-another, there’s just no end.

She’ll be a princess in disguise, or keep a keen and watchful eye, and do it all in kind.

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I rocked her in a cradle, in a moonlit room,

Wondering when she’s able, would she leave too soon?

Though she’s here for just a while,

She’s our joy and she’s our child.

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Joyce Lynn Eggleston

Indianapolis, IN – May 2014

Inspired by granddaughter’s 13^th birthday.