Small hands cradling my face,
Kissing my cheek,
Holding my hand.
Children are precious.
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PoetryWords buried in my mind,excavated with each stroke of a pen. Highest rank: #29 in poetry.
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Small hands cradling my face,
Kissing my cheek,
Holding my hand.
Children are precious.
