as babies we belong to a family
people that share our biological and chemical composition
in their eyes we are perfect little beings
delicate creatures like porcelain dolls
with eyes the size of pebbles
fingernails the size of a half grain of rice
and feet smaller than the palm of your hand
we are given the best care
from the moment we are born
even though we only cry for attention
or when hunger comes calling
our caretakers unconditionally spend their time
making sure that we are okay
and no matter how many times we do this
in their eyes we are still beautiful, perfect little beings
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PoetryA collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]
