Who are you, really? None of us know
why you frowned when I picked you up
why you smiled when your mother tickled your chin
or why you should hold all our hearts
in your tiny hands. Welcome to the world.
Every blessing awaits you.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Aria Essy, Born June 18, 2007
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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