My Precious Gift

My Precious Gift

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I wrote this poem 17 years ago for my daughter that medically speaking I wasn't suppose to have. Cassidy is my miracle girl and she has made every day such a blessing. My sweet girl is graduating in two weeks and I couldn't be more proud of her. Although I must say, I get really misty when I think about it and will no doubt be a mess at the ceremony. While I'm not able to cradle her in my arms now, I will always hold her in my heart and snuggle her when she needs her Mama <3. I wish you such a wonderful life my sweet girl. Like I've always said, "You can do anything you put your mind to " <3. Thank you for listening to the fairytales I wrote for you. Thank you for encouraging me to write again. I love you my precious daughter, more than you'll ever know.
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