It began so slow,
and left so soon.
A silly small smile,
So seldom for Sarah.
She is an infant.
Too young to know,
of silly sayings,
and sappy stories.
Yet the silly smile,
soon I should see,
grew more sounder,
Impossibly louder.
Joy is hers.
For I see,
that silly small smile.
It's Sarah's glee!
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Notes
Now that Apricot Pie is back up, I thought I'd write a little poem about my favorite little person. :)
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Thanks! Will do!
Thanks! Will do!
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
Cute
Tell her hi from her favorite uncle! ;)
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