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Move Mountains for Her
The sunlight streams through the windowpane
Casting a rainbow around my newborn
In her bassinet as she sleeps.
Brightening my world with flickering magic.
Her silky blonde curls glisten with the spiritual light.
Her soft cuddlable skin, her sweet powder sent,
And a smile to melt anybody’s heart,
She’s a flower of radiance and perfection.
Oh, my heart warms as I hold her hand, so tiny
In mine, and in my world. I marvel and sigh,
How beautiful a gift I’ve been blessed.
My tipsy mind dances on beams of lights
And shadows of songs and merry, dancing
Upon specks of dust across the floor.
Ebullient memories will be made giving her
The courage and strength to move mountains.
Copyright ©
Eve Roper
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