my girls

[gilmored]

You sit there in your bed time clothes
wrapped up tight, in a curl,
Only showing your cute little toes
Holding our baby girl.

You two mean so much
Nothing can compare.
Cannons roar at every touch
I even love your hair.

Yours so dark like the midnight air
poppin' up everywhere.
Hers still changing color,
And curling here and there.

When my girls hold me
everything else is mist.
My heart is bound to you,
and our baby, we've been blessed.

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