This week minus nine, a foetus;
This week plus three, a baby born to the brave and bold.
Succulent as a tendril, suckling and cuddling dearly, she grew.
A toddler, like an amazon, towered, powering; and towing footsteps, as brave, bold buds, Generous Generals.
Generously gifted Gift, your name Giving, getting gifts.
Before my pen dries, already arisen, shine, extra years young.
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