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a gift, To: parents From: parents


Chubby hands leads to chuby fingers.

The sound of "i love you" lingers. 

A kiss goodbye, 

the mother will cry.

"Be strong my dear 

have no fear.

I will always be with you"

more kisses the mother blew.

 

This baby will live

and she will thrive.

There she lay 

no one would stay. 

 

Parents to be 

a child they will see

the love in her eyes 

lonliness, it dies.

 

Chubby hands, leads to chubby fingers.

The sound of "I love you lingers".

A kiss hello 

the baby does know, 

"Be strong my dear

I have nothing to fear

She will always be with me 

a daughter, to both, I will be"

 

 

 

 

 

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