The Lively Child - Poem by Jennifer Chalk
You, who arrives every morning
To pounce and play,
Demanding your cuddle
In your own special way.
You, who digs in and snuggles
Wiith a giggle and a smile,
Singing songs, telling stories,
Another hug; my lovely lively child.
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