Not fifteen, a young woman
Your spirit is free, your heart sincere
wise and observant.
I remember a playful freshman
eyes fixed on boys
investing, reaching, not knowing if you were there.
I witnessed transformation
steady growth.
Dreamed for you
where He might lead you.
I pride in you like my child
daughter in spirit.
Maturing, a young lady
friend.
Wisdom so rare
in years so fresh
You are there
yet just beginning.
Admiration, awe
pride and Love.
For you my little girl
grown up.
Olivia, I'm so glad I've seen you grow, follow to lead and become this impressive young woman that you are. I see so much of me in you at the age of twenty, yet your doing it so much better. I am so proud of you my sweet girl. I will forever be thankful that God allowed us to be connected. I love you.
Your Hard is Hard (The Pandemic Version)
4 years ago
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