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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