My little girl is only five.
Still she can move my world, with a single smile.
She can make me laugh when all seams dark.
She will hold my hand, and my heart grows soft.
She can make me cry, although that I will always try to hide.
But she makes me see, a better side off me.
She can drive me mad with all her childish wonders,
Still she makes me smile, and makes me wonder.
There must be some magic in the world this day
that made me the mother I am today.
