Lips - 100 Words Challenge paying homage to my daughter
Sweet little rosebud that looks nothing like mine, you must have inherited a rouge gypsy gene to make such a perfect bow. Either puckered in frustration or pulled wide in happiness, I never tire of your expressions. I remember the first sounds that crossed them. I remember the first words they formed. I remember all the laughs and cries in-between but what I’ll remember most fondly is their best friend - Thumb. Between you and Thumb many sorrows could be cured. A tired little girl is comforted, a reassured soul drifts to sleep and a gratified mother is forever grateful.
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2 comments:
Love it, love it, love it! Just perfect.
You were late, but not really a problem. As long as I have it by Monday night it's all good.
Wow, that was amazing for 100 words about lips. Totally impressed.
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