With tiny hands
and tiny feet.
They are small and full of life.
As they learn to talk
and learn to walk.
we watch over them with love and pride.
Each smile each wink each tender kiss,
more precious than the last.
They are the gifts we're given in life,
they are the angels we're lucky to have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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