I was young and you were my first,
when they put you in my arms, my heart felt like it would burst.
Tiny hands and tiny feet,
the little baby I've been waiting to meet.
Adorable smiles and precious coos,
if I could pick one, it's you I'd choose.
Big brown eyes and long eye lashes,
pretty dresses with pink sashes.
Who's the pretty brunette with the little curls?
She's Felicia, my baby girl.
 
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