Come meet the child
Who loves to be free,
Warmed by the sun
And kissed by the sea.
Come meet the child
Who watches each sky,
Searching for rainbows
Or objects that fly.
Come meet the child
Who hides from the dark,
Bees that can sting
Or dogs that will bark.
Come meet the child
Who’s eager for praise,
Told she is special
And loved many ways.
Come meet the child
Who’s so hard to see.
Come meet the child
That lives within me!
--Jean Warren
© Warren Publishing
Pre-K graduation last night...
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