Named at birth, our natures behooved
We, of earth, newly greeted
Be as 'sympathies' approached as.
'Soft-eyed compassions' upsped.
With nothing fearful discerned in
What's cute, cuddly looked upon
Then new friends, of every sounding hurt
Find their true recognition.
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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