This little babe loudly made her presence known,
Didn't have to wonder if she'd been born,
Held tightly to my finger as they brought her to me,
Maybe curious as to what this old world was likely to be.

Perfect little Angel, clearly anyone could see,
A little wisp of hair, and cute little face as any could ever be.
A little later on, long, blond, curly hair,
Beautiful sweet face, ever so fair.

Now it's her birthday, sweet seventeen,
Pretty as a picture, any that I've ever seen.
Born in the Fall, as the leaves had turned gold,
Squirrels scampering to build nests to ward against the cold.

Happy birthday my sweet little doll,
I know you'll always outshine them all,
Some ole boy's gonna marry you one day,
He'll be one lucky dude is all I have to say.

So you have a beautiful Birthday, eat some cake for me,
Just in case I couldn't make it, then pictures I'll see.
So have some fun with family and friends today,
Who knows, by next year you may have gone on your way.

Out into the world where you'll do your best,
In work and play, and feathering your nest.
Always be strong in Our Lord, and do His Will,
And as He always has, He'll watch over you still.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
September 18, 1999
For her Birthday, September 23, 1999
Sweet Seventeen

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