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Jennifer
I love the tiny precious thing.
How innocence mirrors her face
In such sweet reflection
Of a young child’s inner grace.
And what love, truth and trust prevail
Eyes that meet yours in prayer?
For little joys; in anxious fears
Wipe transient tears there!
How she’ll laugh, lift her little arms
Around your neck in their embrace
And with childlike charm print a kiss
Shedding love’s light on your face.
So, guide her through the tender years,
Pour fresh hope along the way:
Fix purpose and understanding
For new dawns of another day
Beryl McMullen
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