| She has a smile like pure gold But she may never grow old She has her trials to face each day And her pain seems to never go away She is now ten one year over nine This beautiful granddaughter of mine A silent angel she is called For she can not talk at all She can not do even the little things But just to know her makes my heart sing She can not run or even crawl Feed herself or use her hands to draw She has this thing called Rett Syndrome But she is so very loved at home She holds all our hearts in her little hands Oh, But her Daddy is her biggest fan Let's not forget her Mommy too Even though there is little anyone can do To help her get passed her pain. My heart cries like falling rain. She is the most sweetest of little girls To be around her sends my heart in a whirl. She is still special and much loved She is a gift from the lord above A Princess we all see her to be Our one and only Princess Brittany |
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