My Dear Lorraine

I love you as my little girl

And I still have your first curl

With your winning looks and smiles

I've nursed you when ill and you've cried

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Your growing up now,so big and tall

I hardly remember you when small

The little hands that gripped so tight

All the love when you were a tiny mite

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You help make cakes and other things too

This is what mummy's and children should do

I scold you when you're naughty

and tell you off I fear

But I love my daughter dear