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Thursday, 22 June 2017

Blue Eyes

My hope is that your
blue eyes never harden.
Become jaded.
I pray your innocence
will remain intact.
Childlike.
That you'll always see, 
the clouds in the sky, 
notice the turtles and dragons, 
living amongst them.
My hope is that you
dance in the rain, 
regardless of others' opinions
of who you are.
What you do.
How you live.
I pray that your beautiful eyes
never harden, my love.

Mommy loves you, 
to Infinity and Beyond.



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