Her name is Poppie Rose she has ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes.
Unconditional love from the start she owns and has captured my heart.
The nights sleepless and long yet all day my soul sings her song.
The constant poohs and change of her nappy yet I still can't feel anything but happy.
When she looks at me and smiles I forget the washing that sits in piles.
She is my gift that I will cherish my love for her will never perish.
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