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Tiny toes and eyes that shine so
bright
at me she is a beacon of pure light
so small and yet full of grace
Lyla is her name and she is beauty of face
Little child I hardly know but love dearly so
her warm smile will make me laugh and cry
I dream for her that she will fly sky high
wrapped in the loving arms of her Mother dear
In a world free of hate and fear
older sister only just three
but should the children tease into her arms she will flee
Baby Lyla so full of grace
for that is her middle name
may her young life grow into a big beautiful flame |
