Turning Three
Today is the Birthday of a darling child. I had hoped to be able to say a special hello to her today but I called her mom at the wrong number. I didn’t write this poem for her to read but rather for her mom. I don’t expect that a 3yrs old will understand this but I hope that her mother will
Her mother just confirmed on the phone from her reaction to it that it was well received.
Her mother just confirmed on the phone from her reaction to it that it was well received.
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Turning Three Then, back when, I turned three Unable to make it, I wished I would be Reaching the counter and the pipe sink Now I have to bend too far over to take a drink I know you may be hoping one day Never to have to ask to go out and play Get up late after you stay in bed Taking the extra time to rest your head How you must wish for your fantasy Reaching out to grab what you may Imani Every thing you pray for can one day be in your grasp Each day, start, with
knees bent and hands clasp |
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