Little Light

by sc0pic

With all the potential
For becoming spoiled,
Pure at heart she has stayed
Named for the light
She brings to my life
Which could never be repaid
She begs to be carried
On shoulders high
And then covers my eyes
She brings me laughter
When I need it most
Beyond my years, she is wise


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