You see
A face
With a lot of unmatched stuff
A lot of nothing
No pride no joy
But I see
A wondrous face
A color no one nose
But everyone nose
the meaning to your color
I see beauty and life
And pride in joy
In one little face
Sunday, June 29, 2008
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2 comments:
I am thinking about a little kid we saw yesterday...I thought of him when I read your amazing poem. Thanks for making me think about that little face.
Love,
Grandma
XOXOXOO
Thanks grandma! I just kind of wrote and thought... I guess.
Love ya
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