Amber
Little child
forging tiny
knee-capped
imprints
on the rug
feels
a gentle hug
from arms
so warm
and soft
one’s that hold
you aloft
Your eyes
stare downward
in wonder
and under
neath those
starried eyes
can you see
the caring two
who are trying?
to give in excess
all the love
they possess
in their souls
unto you
to behold
Tiny girl
inhale all
the splendors
of the world
now that
you’re young
and the
subtle songs
unsung
heard
as you grow
are silent
melodies
of a love
you’ll come
to know
when you
are
holding
your own
little
child.
Step forward,
my love.
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