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"Our Little Girl"

She smiles.
Her eyes crinkle
and shine
when she finds me
close to her

She cries
Tears gush from
those bright eyes
now alarmed
and demanding

She sleeps
Her cheeks
smooth and warm
her eyes
closed to dream

She wakes
Her fingers
strong, grasp
my life to her
forever

Author:
"Helen Farley"
A writer at Spyder's Poetry Empire^®