Oh, how I love you, little one, when you look up at me with those big brown eyes and that sweet smile of yours;
When you follow your daddy or your brothers or your sister, when you follow me, and I just hope you’re following the right steps – the ones worth following;
When you get as close as you can – for comfort, for help, for reprieve, for love;
When I see those curls . . . I can’t help smiling.
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