“What an old soul,” they say,
Standing around the baby's play.
They saw her grow and mature,
Watched her love and nurture.
“What a young soul,” they say,
On Funeral Day.
Standing around the baby's play.
They saw her grow and mature,
Watched her love and nurture.
“What a young soul,” they say,
On Funeral Day.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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