A lullaby 

Hello child,

Now you be kind, okay?
You bring that injured kitten home even if mamma says no, 
You take care of him and show him how to jump again…
Cause you jump the highest, oh yes, I’ve watched you on that trampoline.

And be hopeful,
Spring is just around the corner,
And you can wear your pink and green polka dotted stockings again. 

Now my child,

Did you know? 
That you were born, in the blackest of nights,
But with only the brightest of stars, shining In the sky.

You are made of hope, and stars,
And your heart could fill a hundred injured kittens. 
You are made of kindness and compassion,
And spring comes back, 
Only for you.

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Precious Girl

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Have you seen her eyes?

Chiseled from saphire, blue.

Have you seen them glow, even at love untrue?

Have you seen her lips?

Born of roses, red.

Have you seen them blossom in monochrome autumns we dread?

Precious eyes of saphire blue,

They could sit on an emperor’s crown,

But have these eyes ever cried, have they ever drowned?

Lips so royal, of scarlet sin,

Its beauty ages old,

But have they ever spoke of love,

Have they calmed a soul?

Precious girl, what are you made of,

Or what is made of you?

Rubies and roses, silver and gold.

Is that all you’ll ever know?

Or love and kindness,

Courage and politeness,

Will there be ever more?