My Three
Quietly sitting in a chair
Stillness juxtaposed by swirling hair
Heart as open as the sea
Comfortable in who she wants to be
Clinging, holding, squeezing tight
Running, flipping, showing might
Outwardly wearing a tough kid mug
Sneaking in nightly for an extra hug
Born with his soul shining outside
Every thought and feeling never to hide
Confidence bellowing from every pore
Kindness and love as his very core.
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