The new little angel
Was born
The incarnate of love
Formed
Inside a wound of care
When she
Breathing her first air
Daddy was there
Some many memories
Thoughts of her
To love God
And truly share
Emotions of candor
To exude
Over human expectations
We are human
But we are much more
Created in an infinite
Being design
A love that possessed
But can’t we
Truly fathom
Inside our
Minuscule mind
My little precious
Daddy soft spot
Learn patience
And examine wisdom
I wouldn’t never call
You a star
For you I can reach
The most High God
Gave me you
To ultimately teach
I beseech….
My little princess
By Deon Ballard
