Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Tuesday Writings #28-Happiness Personfied

Happiness Personfied

She is tiny and wrinkled
Her face, red and a little battered
Like she’s been through a war
She has,she tried so hard
With mother’s help to be born
But after many, many hours
Her mother worn
They pulled her from her cozy home
Into the cold bright world
She is a newborn baby girl
Long awaited and loved so much
She’ll grow up big and strong
The apple of her father’s, mother’s

And grandparent’s eyes.
©Sheilagh Lee January 24,  2018

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