Beate E. Verterano

(Plattsburgh, New York)

First Granddaughter - Poem by Beate E. Verterano

A precious little child
Fashioned by God's own hand,
Sweetness that goes unequaled
by the handiwork of man.

A winter baby sleeping calmly
As mountains beneath a robe of white
And winter winds breathe softly
Of God's gift this wondrous little life.


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  • Gold Star - 12,942 Points Rajnish Manga (1/2/2015 10:21:00 AM)

    This small beautiful poem talks about an innocent child resting under the umbrella of the snowy winter season. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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