Little hands, tiny feet
A precious baby girl we meet
Fuzzy hairs, upon her head
A cute pink blanket, in her bed
This little life, so weak so weary
We must take care, we must be leary
Most dont know, life is like grace
And we all could be gone, left with no trace
Author notes
I wrote this with a friend in mind who might possible be having a baby soon. Even though you may not have been planned, everyone is born for a reason with some sort of future ahead of them.
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Comments
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Well said in your AN, cannot agree more. This is a tender and beautiful write, the image you portrayed of a baby is very touching. Great work and thank you for your entry
Best wishes!
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Beautiful!! Simple and straight to the point!! I can remember bringing home my own baby girl...Thanks for sharing this one. great job!!!
peace and light,
Kendal
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