A heart beating like
That of a humming bird’s wings.
A tiny hand that wraps
Around your smallest finger.
A head that fits
In the palm of your hand.
A single cry that pierces
The shell of the world.
A smile that takes
The blackest heart to light.
A life so precious,
Like a spark now turned to flame.
A new soul and heart,
Mind to learn and think.
A face to identify by people,
And feet to be identified
By the ground they walk on.
A strange blank canvas,
Not fading but filling,
With vibrant hues and glows.
A new piece to the puzzle,
So the whole is now half,
A new life.
That of a humming bird’s wings.
A tiny hand that wraps
Around your smallest finger.
A head that fits
In the palm of your hand.
A single cry that pierces
The shell of the world.
A smile that takes
The blackest heart to light.
A life so precious,
Like a spark now turned to flame.
A new soul and heart,
Mind to learn and think.
A face to identify by people,
And feet to be identified
By the ground they walk on.
A strange blank canvas,
Not fading but filling,
With vibrant hues and glows.
A new piece to the puzzle,
So the whole is now half,
A new life.




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