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IT'S A JOURNEY ๐Ÿ‘€

Some murmured and some delighted,

As it's a baby girl they sighted;

But she's a dad's girl and mom's pearl,

Growing up in society's whirl. 


From baby steps to something new,

She started to learn one and two;

She began to see the world,

And lived as an ambitious girl. 


From ambitions to daydreams,

She entered her teens with new themes;

She observed and came to the conclusion,

That the whole world is an illusion. 


From dad's little princess to someone's queen,

Life is not always as it has been;

With love and care, she built a home,

Standing as the family's backbone. 


As a sister, she's always there to cheer,

And a friend who's always near and dear.

As a lover, her affection knows no end,

And a wife, life's journeys feels like a friend. 


As a daughter, she's the family's pride,

And as a mother, her love is a constant guide.

As a grandmother, her love is warm and deep,

Even as a stranger, she's a soul you want to keep. 


So here's to all the baby girls, 

Let whoever think whatever. You are unique, you are special, and in every role you play, you bring light and love to those around you. Believe in yourself, you're stronger than you know, With dreams to chase and places to go. let your light shine bright, You're a star in the dark that brings hope and light.



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