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by Amy Baerga Jun 24, 2006 category : Life, society / other
This poem is for my son precious one with eyes so dark and brown on a face you can only love. Tender hands, and tiny feet. Your little heart that beat, beat, beats. A smile that could light up any face. Your personality could only come from Gods’ grace. This poem is for you precious one. For as parents we are thankful and proud to have you as our son.