Oh joy, she played with me,
I got to see her smile,
and hear her tender laughter,
and enjoy my own all the while

The twinkle in our eyes
tells of love that flows both ways,
how precious, rare and bountiful
are these,the playful days.

For innocence is so short lived
in time that bares it's own
expressions onto children
we dare not keep at home.

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