Beate E. Verterano
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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