Wee things cradled in caring arms,
Coo and chew inciting warmth
To the most hardened of hearts.

Wee things love with no reservation,
Smiling at the meanest face,
With innocent acceptance.

Would we could be as wee things,
No ills would we harbor,
Looking at each other


As wee things.

 

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

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