Beate E. Verterano Poems

A precious little child
Fashioned by God's own hand,
Sweetness that goes unequaled
by the handiwork of man.
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Eyes so blue and face of white,
Brave protector in dark of night.
Companion, playmate, guard and mother,
Could speak to her master like none other.
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A son-in-law reserved and quiet, His needs are few, with humble diet.
A charming smile on unshaven face,
For life as a father now himself he must brace.
With babies so small his family complete,
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