Writen by Bianca August 1994

A little angel came to me

One day out of the blue

From that moment I just knew

That all my dreams came true.

A conic, bald and smiley child

Big mischievous brown eyes

Budhette was the new word,

Initial scare, eternal flair

My granddaughter was born.

They named you Alyssa Marie

And yet all I see in you is me

You are such a bright and shining star

The shiniest of them all

My dear grandchild you are to me

The highest form of Love.

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