The Flower Child - Poem by jayne jenkins
With the smack and the cry of childbirth
Was born the flower child,
Ruled by the sun, the wind, the rain,
Like nature, running wild.
With hair as dark as midnight,
With a smile that summer brings,
And the blackest eyes, that with a flash,
Express a million things.
Dee, her name, means 'dark one',
This beautiful child of ours,
As carefree as the summer breeze
That dances with the flowers.
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