Little one,
you are what precious means,
your brand new feet
are your favorite toys.
Your gurgle girl smile
melts my heart.
I want to watch you grow
into a lovely young woman,
to feel the grace of it as
I, too, continue growing into myself.
Oh, your heart will be broken,
but that is our rite of passage.
When you need a heart to hide in,
welcome to mine.
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Narble Furt Lives 
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I love this. There is a little pain, lots of love and life in these few words
Thanks, John. That’s what poems do when they pry the lid off your heart.
Heartfelt ! I wish you much joy from this special relationship.
🙂