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The Baby Came
by Joan SerratelliThe baby came into the world
pink and precious
looking like a rosebud
ready to be loved
Her cries were soft
her demands were few
A pretty little flower
had made her debut
The flower florished
wanting only to be cared for
never asking for much
always patient to a fault
My sweet little child
you're all grown up
still pink, still precious
still waiting your turn
You'll never realize
how much you've given
how much you've taught me
the meaning of love. 02/06/2006
Author's Note: This is the second of the trilogy about my children. it's about my middle child, who has grown into a lovely, loving young woman.
Posted on 02/06/2006
Copyright © 2024 Joan Serratelli
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