She Is Malleable
Innocent baby with her enormous blue eyes
Her delicate nose, and her trusting face
She is not a blank slate, but she is malleable
I stare into her eyes, hoping I will do her justice.
Wanting her to have all the good things in life.
Glad I am her mother.
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