Come Home My Child
H Heather Burns
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Altın Yaprak
As a small baby
made his entrance
into this world
A face more
beautiful than
a porcelain doll
Hair jet black and
curly
eyes midnight black
soft skin of olive
tone
God had created
perfection
gazing upon his
creation
in a soft voice
he whispered
come home my child.
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