The Photograph
She crawled up the edge of cradle
Looked at her father with giggles
Then opened up those baby arms
Enchanting was her priceless charm
Welcoming into his warm abode
Jingling the rattle hung above
Babbling all those silly sounds
He swung her round and round
Tearful eyes looking through lens
Capturing this beautiful stance
Her mother gazed at them in awe
Knew she'll cherish this evermore
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