Nita S. Balma Poems

That music box on Grandpa's wall
Was magic to my eyes
I loved to hold and try to play
that guitar, twice my size
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I often take the long way 'round
When I am traveling into town
Then I can pass the old homeplace
Tho' little tears run down my face,
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As a young girl, I struggled thru this night of fright
I pled,begged and cried to the doctors in white
Then finally the most precious cry on this earth
My firstborn's arrival, proclaiming his birth.
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