Flawless Family


Delicate as a flower,

precious as gold.

Pure in heart,

blossoming white as snow.

A mother's first born is a flawless love.

To have and to hold,

to fly away like a dove.

Family by fate,

friend by choice.

I am flawless,

and so is true,

I love my daughter before she is due;

Sophia Marie Kay Brown.





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