Sierra
I watch her grow and play
every day
I watch her get into mischief
I watch her discover new ways of life
and discover new things in life
I hear her guard the house with all her little might
(Witch is not much)
but she tries so hard
I’m there for her when she’s scared
for she’s there for me
I know her
as well as she knows me
I know when she’s
mad, sad, confused, or frustrated
I can feel her emotions
as she can feel mine
sometimes I get frustrated
with her
and regret having her
but as I look into her
little cute beautiful brown eyes
and I just know
that my own life is consumed
by her love
also that I could not and would not
ever live with out her
when he rows to the heavens I began to realize
how lucky I am to have her
in my life
I know her pain
for I would feel the same
if Sierra had died
for she as lost a son
but I would have lost a daughter
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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