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My Little Teeter
Contributed by
angelrae
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Friday, 2nd May 2003 @ 02:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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Who or what, you must be thinking, is this little teeter.
I can't say what this little teeter will be like in her years, her personality or features.
I am sure there is a sense of wondering why I wouldn't know this as it were.
This little teeter was born on June 28,2000, a miracle, beautiful, wonderful as if she was the world's cure.
You see, she is my only grandaughter at this moment in time, conceived out of love between my son and his wife.
There is no need to explain how my little teeter and her dad came to live with me in my house.
All that completely, truly matters is she is here in love, without strife.
I love her very deeply, with my whole being, and miss her when she has to be away, too still here in my home, as they say, like a little mouse.
I find myself crying because I miss her so, wondering how she is, what she is doing every moment.
I know she will be back, my little teeter, just one day without her is like a million years.
My little teeter is always smiling, laughing, full of joy, so carefree as an angel sent.
She gives me all amazing things in my life, with all sweetness of tears.
Everything my little teeter is now, what she will become, will remain in my heart and soul forever.
I love you, Rheanna, my little teeter, my love for you, no one nor anything could sever.
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angelrae
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2003-05-02 02:25:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Little Teeter
(User Rating: 1 ) by Artemis on
Sunday, 18th May 2003 @ 01:29:35 AM AEST (User
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The content of this poem is sweet and loving,
however, the wording is rather literal and somewhat awkward. |
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