By Rhonda Barnes | Featured Contributor
Author’s Note: This is a poem dedicated to my eldest daughter, Jamie. She is an inspiration to me.
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She was beautiful, perfect, the first to call me momma,
the one with sweet demeanor, the one without the drama,
left me in awe when she spoke her first words,
absolutely overwhelmed me when first steps occurred,
Kissed my tears away
when disappointment ruled the day,
I dressed her in pretty dresses and socks with ruffled trim,
brushed her long brown hair and taught her how to swim.