Couplet-Family Quaternion
Our first kiss of love's bliss,
could lips be soft like this;
Our new-born's nails,so
tiny, a bond,none, can un-
free;
Her first word,yet, so small,
began,a never-ending call;
That first step,faltering,
each new generation
brings
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012
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