Sweet old memories,
From the day she was born.
Her face was the star,
And my heart was the moon.
Goodbye, I kissed her,
It was her first day at school.
My cute little pumpkin,
In her beautiful uniform.
Her convocation dress,
I had made out of love.
She walked with high esteem
It was her last day in college.
The cry of a baby,
It's my daughter's daughter,
She has been blessed,
With a child if her own.
