A Prayer For My Daughter

I dream that you
Face head on all the troubles that come your way
And you love yourself a little more everyday
In the shoes of your enemy walk a mile
And always find reasons to smile
Have fun but of the consequences be aware
In the face of setbacks never despair
Dare to walk the untrodden path
And never fear the aftermath
Set your sights high and soar
Become the friend you always looked for
Believe in yourself through thick and thin
And hold on to the dream within
Fall, fail a little and know defeat
But spring back again on your feet
Hold your head high, but never in pride
Prudence and Wisdom always be by your side
May you be blessed with a Love so good and true
A Partner who will always love and cherish you
Most of all I dream that you find what you seek
And happiness is never far from your reach!

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Preeti
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A beautiful heart-felt wish from a wonderful angel called Mother!

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