The curls frame her face as if God himself placed them perfectly
Oh, how her hair has changed so much since the day she was born
Where her entire hand once wrapped around one of my fingers,
She now holds my hand as we cross the street
She looks up at me and smiles, a mouth full of teeth
Her sweet innocence tugging at my heart
How could I ever live without her?
Her laugh can fill the room
And her kisses bring tears to my eyes
Being her mother has changed me in all of the best ways
Patience
Comfort
Understanding
Bravery
Compassion
My sweet Della Rae,
You are my saving grace
Between the Lens 
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