Tiny little footsteps and her tight little curls,
She runs through the house her dress a twirl, The most precious gift is my little girl.
Her dark brown eyes and her skin all aglow, we feed and nurture her and watch her grow,
years have pasted she's almost grown.
It makes me weak inside the thought of her on her own.
We have taught her to be wise, we taught her to be strong, I know she can handle what lies ahead.
My grandmother always said you show them right, Then they might treat them well you'll always tell.
Her cars all packed with clothes all tight, She says she'll get there if she drives all night.
She looks at her dad with a beautiful smile, Says " Dad don't be sad you should be glad, I'll always be your baby girl." Her Mom just watches and couldn't be prouder of her baby girl is off to college!
