Little One

October 15, 2018

Curiosity often overtakes

your growing soul.

Touching each flower,

repeating each word

you hear,

Squealing as you discover

your endless abilities.

You laugh

and you wail.

You love

and you hate.

You, little one,

are perfect.

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