Can this be me?
This innocent child I see.
Full of hopes, and dreams.
Are you sure that’s me?
So happy and cheery.
So  silly and free.
That cant be me!
Those big brown eyes.
Such small hands and small feet.
You have to agree that could never be me.
A mind full of fairy tails of how great life will be.
But little does she know what lifes true meaning will be.
I know now that this child before me, and all her hopes and
dreams, would soon create something.
That something is me.