What do you dream about little girl?
How much do you remember of your life before you came to me?
Do you see angels?
Who were you in the pre-existence?
What type of woman are you going to become?
Can you remember what God looks like?
Because sometimes when I look at you little girl
... I get a glimpse...
and I can almost remember.
3 comments:
Heather, that is so sweet! Did you write this little poem? It's amazing!
I did write this, but I didn't really think of it as a poem-- I guess it is! Poems don't always have to rhyme. The picture was taken by my new step-cousin Amy.
I often wonder the same thing about my little one. Such a sweet poem.
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