The most important people, that are so dear to me, Are none other then you should guess, but my family. They are all special, in their very own way, Which is why I love them, more and more every day. First there is my oldest, she is much like me, She has humor and loves to talk, her heart is there for all to see. Then there is my youngest girl, the complete opposite of the first, She likes to keep to herself, but when mad her fury does so burst. Then comes the baby, the only son in the family, He is a mixtue of us all, so you can imagine how he must be. The dogs are the last , for all of us to share, Now to leave them out, just wouldn't to them be fair. Now you tell me, why I would want it any other way, To these special people, there is only one thing left to say.
