She was only 3 or 4
Angel with a dirty face
But her tender eyes were glowing
In a sweet and shining face
Just a little flirt with pigtails
Playing games of make believe
And painting pictures in a sandbox
Only dreams a child could conceive
She did not know I watched her
As she cooed just like a dove
Every sound a sacred memory
Telling of childish love
May the Lord always protect her
Guide her through the coming years
May her life be filled with laughter
Seldom knowing bitter tears
~Bertha Hunter-Kinnard~�
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