Soft little feet, nestled in love's embrace,
Cradled in dreams, in their parents' grace.
These hands are guardians, a shelter divine,
Dreams entwined in fingers, like stars that shine.
Gentle and tender, these fingers hold,
Prayers from above, in whispers told.
Through life's journey, they're hope and care,
These hands carry love's promise, always there.
These tiny feet, unaware of the path ahead,
But hearts are filled with dreams, by love fed.
The start of life, a scene so dear, my friend,
In innocence wrapped, where all dreams blend.
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