Twinkle Toes.
A big, blue, bouncing, baby boy arrived late, on this earth,
and simply slept, ate and gurgled with laughter and mirth.
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A sweet poem about your son, and oozing with love. Nice, warm write, Colleen. Love, Fran xx
Ma colleen...you find a lot of pleasure in small things...you treasure these memories...and these are what make your poems so happy and touching...love...nalini