child

Folder: 
childrens

Little girl please come and play,

innocence of youth is your way.

Happily singing all the while,

windswept hair laughing smile.

I look for you up to the sky,

spirit soaring way up high.

Where have you gone child of mine,

lost to me without a sign

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my children mean the world to me...

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