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Jan 2016
The sound of her voice
is music to my ears.
The sweet sound of innocence,
I'll forever want to hear.

"Mama, just hold me,
and sing me a song."
So I serenade her softly
while she hums along.

I will hold on tightly
to moments like this,
and the memories created
I will genuinely cherish.

For I know that one day
I'll look back in my mind
and wish for a moment
I could go back in time.
Tia White
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Tia White  Georgia
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