i hear the sweet sound
of the baby crying next door
in the yard.
the father holds the child
in the air,
bouncing her up and down
gently.
soon, the girl stops crying
and laughs
with her new
pink face, her sterling
blue eyes.
life in its kindest moments,
breaks your heart
with hope, makes you wise.
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