Soft little rosebuds smile with glee,
There is no other that can make happy as he.
His blue green eyes, light brown hair,
His cheek are his father’s, and so cute, it’s not fair.
How did I manage to become so blessed?
Especially after horrid moments left me without rest.
I knew his name, I saw him play.
That’s when hope restored me to love another day.
Katie Thompson 
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