Beautiful Child
I see her form
Her little frame
Shoulders hunched while crouched at children's games.
An easy smile, a heart felt giggle
Loose tangles tumble to the floor.
That tiny thing, such precious being,
Never once concerned with others' thoughts.
A father's deepest dream and goal,
That kindness, her naturally giving soul,
And thirst for knowledge be her special treasures.
And these in place of worldly pressures
Be the only way she measures
Her beauty.
Copyright © Tom Browning | Year Posted 2015
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