Bright blue eyes and turned-up nose;
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Rubber legs, and turned-in toes.
Flaxen fuzz so slowly grows;
Decibels of baby prose.
But that’s not all
Her tiny frame’s a bundle tied
of stubbornness personified;
a wilfulness: won’t be denied!
of grittiness exemplified.
And that’s not all!
This little girl had us in thrall
way long before she learned to crawl.
Her hold is not ephemeral -
this charm retains the hearts of all.
Yet still so small!
Dear God, of all Eternity,
for these last months, thanks be to thee.
And for the next, ensuing year
retain this child within Your care.
And we, who do her welfare share,
will work with You continu’lly.