Life is a Song to Be Sung
The younger whispered childhood spells to her sisterThe older with the stunning eyes
She could be on the runway someday
The little one's feet barely off the floor
Matched by her big brown eyes
She chanted it to her grandfather
He smiled with delight
He was dark and curious
But he loved those girls
And they sang a song when they were almose there
Their little voices only reaching the second seat
They knew I had seen them and I smiled
They felt shy but proud to be there
Such beautiful ones in this world
Will I ever see them again?
posted by Unknown @ 4:36 PM
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