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Pure of Thought
 

On a large blank sheet of paper,
with stamps, some crayons and a pen,
Zara, so intent, creating,
stamps and then stamps again.


So like her mother at that age,
my precious little child;
innocent and lovely,
pure of thought and undefiled.


She sings a song of yellow ducks
and so content is she;
the beauty of her childhood,
such a joy to her 'Help Me'. *





* Help-me...
the name my grandchildren give me.




By cherryk

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