My Child
Beautiful child of mine-
Radiant perfection divine!
In my heart you will stay
Till my dieing day.
Tiny hands and tiny feet
Already left their mark on me-
Now I just think you should know-
I will always love you so!
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dreams | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| End My Pain | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Touched by an Angel | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| To Whom it Concerns | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Why the Game? | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| once | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| San Francisco | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| You or Me? | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Betrayal | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Unless | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| Lady Anne | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| The Girl *some changes from original version | -3 | 05/20/2009 |
| My Child | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
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