Little Girl

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    Little Girl

    You came to us

    On a cold winters day

    We had to wait

    Nine long months

    And here you were

    You had beautiful eyes

    The cutest nose

    And big little toes

    You brought joy to us all

    We played with you

    And no one thought

    What should we do

    So much time was spent

    So many plans were made

    We now wonder

    What kind of girl

    You would have been

    Even though you may be gone

    We will always remember you

    You will live in our hearts forever

    *Co-Authored by Amber Pruett

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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