Sara
She puts her tiny hand in mine
As we walk around the room
To see what’s over here and there
As she takes away my gloom.
She waddles by with baby steps
But she stops to see the spot
She bangs on all the pots and pans
And twirls the lids like tops.
She brings me toys from the dog
Then takes them back again
She gives me hugs and kisses too
And a silly little grin.
You know I love this little girl
I swear this is the truth
My life would be so different
Without you Sara Ruth.
Copyright © Marion Smith | Year Posted 2006
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