His first words, whispers in the air,
No need to grasp, just hold them there.
His first steps, a wobbly dance,
No judgment cast, just give him chance.
His small mistakes, let them unfold,
No harsh rebuke, let stories be told.
Innocence bright, not bought or sold,
A precious gift, worth more than gold.
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Vast as the ocean (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This so wholesome dude.
Amazing poem 🙌
Thanks alot
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