Posted by GeorgAnna at 10:45 AM

I was cleaning out a desk drawer and came across a poem from the past
I'd almost forgotten I wrote

Joy comes in many sizes
wrapped in the body of a baby child
Some are always on the go
moving fast and wild
and getting into this and touching that
so quick they can't be caught
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while others sit and smile at you
not caring whether or not
they ever crawl, 'cause after all
There is no need to be on the go
if you are warm and dry and full
and your Mom's right there
and you know
that you are loved
*
The key to life, whether old or very small
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TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE LOVED
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Oh, that's the greatest thing of all

 

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