Hand in hand we walk thru the soft blades of grass;
our two joys skipping in our shadows.
We turn around to see little Aahana,
with her windblown hair and rosy cheeks
giggling at her older brother.
Making blowfish faces in the air,
he is humming a whimsical tune
to make Aahana laugh.
The early start of spring brings about
hopes, dreams, sunshine, rainbows
and giggling children skipping
in the shadows of their loving parents.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
Hand in hand we walk thru the soft blades of grass;
our two joys skipping in our shadows.
We turn around to see little Aahana,
with her windblown hair and rosy cheeks
giggling at her older brother.
Making blowfish faces in the air,
he is humming a whimsical tune
to make Aahana laugh.
The early start of spring brings about
hopes, dreams, sunshine, rainbows
and giggling children skipping
in the shadows of their loving parents.
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