They were, they were just magic things
Those tiny hands I held in mine
So warm, so gentle
Precious things
Their laughs ‘“ they were just silver bells
Those eager voices
They put a spell on me
I’™m sure their laughter just filled the world
with sound
Two years of Innocence that walked and talked
We laughed together
It was divine
Those precious, tiny hands in mine
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Dear Guest,
I come to share with you
Flights of fancy
That came from far-
That came from near,
hopefully to spread some cheer.
Tales and Paintings
A poem or two
With warmth of spirit
And a smile too.