Jessica

Jessica with the smiling face,
Reflecting all my grandma's grace
Reminding me of my mothers charms
I love to hold you in my arms.

Your mother was my darling girl,
When she was born the world did whirl,
Now that you are here, my dear,
The circle is complete and clear.

Each generation blends together,
The daughter then, is grandma now,
This baby girl will one day be,
Mother of the family tree.

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu EnyinwaReport problemRelated quotes
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