Your smile makes a cool breeze flow
Innocence born to love and grow.
In our cold and calloused world
Dana, cling to the only Pearl.
Childhood so soon outgrown
You become what you have sown.
Child in-heart may you always be,
Dana we pray you will be free.
Your eyes, they know no hate,
Have not beheld an evil fate.
As we behold you, a gift of heaven
Dana we pray that the world of men
Not own you
Ever.
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Poem for my now grown niece written when she was born.
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