Little baby, you are so loved
With your pretty mother kissing your face.
Look at your mother clutching you tightly,
Adjusting your bow to just the right place.
She combs your hair, petting your porcelain skin,
And every coo from your mouth makes her softly grin.
So when you grow up with your strawberry hair,
Remember that she loves you beyond compare.
So now that she's fallen and slipped away,
Let her heart with you forever stay.
Sonntag, den 10. November, 2019
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2019 Writing Scrapbook Part 2
PoetryDISCLAIMER: Some of the works within here will contain photos. All photos or drawings were created by me or were given access to me, and they are all either photos of the events off which the writing itself is based, or they were created to represen...
