To My Baby Girl
God threw some stardust in your eyes,
And put a sparkle there.
He took some gold-dust from the sun
And wove it through your hair.
He got a silver moonbeam, Dear,
To make a voice within,
He chose a cloud of velvet white
For you to wear as skin.
So, Darling, you can not blame me
For thinking you are heavenly!
~Dana B. Nelson