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Mya
Her face so young, so untouched
So full of light
She lights my world.
Her tiny hands reach towards the sky
They reach for me.
Trilling laughter echoing in my ears
I smile because she smiles.
Love as pure as this only exists in a mother and her child
I now know how incredible that love truly is.
She is utter perfection
Eyes blessed by the blue of the sky
Lips kissed by a rose
I love you, Mya.
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Cheyenne Quam
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