|We have nearly all at one time or another felt the joy and pride in one of our children's accomplishments...especially if they have had a handicap of some kind to overcome.|
|Behold! My Baby Girl|
|Within the garden of my heart
There stands someone who's quite apart.
I am her captive; this I know--
She keeps my soul, with pride, aglow
For I have loved no other so!
I'm thrilled if just our fingers touch
Because to me she means so much.
To her I'd sing the sweetest phrase
Of greatest joy and boundless praise
For many years and endless days.
She walks in humblest beauty rare
With voice so soft and gracful air
Within her heart there is no guile--
And many times I bask a while
Within the aura of her smile.
I love her everywhere she goes--
With dappled cheek and freckled nose;
I love her twinkling eyes of blue
And her shiny hair of blondish hue...
I love her more when each day's through.
With lovely radiance, she draws me near;
This one I hold completely dear. OH! JOY!! When I my darling see---
BEHOLD! My darling walks now to me!