I hear her feet go pitter patter,
She runs across the floor.
Wearing nothing but patterned socks
And a shirt that tells that she loves her brother

Her smile as wide as the room,
A laugh escapes her lips.
My beautiful baby girl
With the soft strawberry blonde hair.

When she sleeps
She's nothing short of angelic.
When she's awake she spends her time,
Causing havoc and giving grief.

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