Little One

Curiosity often overtakes

your growing soul.

Touching each flower,

repeating each word

you hear,

Squealing as you discover

your endless abilities.

You laugh

and you wail.

You love 

and you hate.

You, little one,

are perfect.

This poem is about: 
My family


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