His Gifts

 

Beauty is the smile that he shares with me

When he tells me stories of his daily adventures.

Happiness is the way I feel

When he kisses my nose

Hope is the feeling that tickles my toes

When he talks about the future.

Sadness is almost forgotten when he holds me tight.

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