Ten tiny fingers,
Ten tiny toes,
Two sparkling eyes
One button nose.
Two ears to listen,
Formed on a frame,
Innocently growing,
Different yet the same.
Actions of elders
Seep into the brain.
What is gathered,
Within will remain.
What of their future,
What destiny,
What legacy left
Each tiny baby?

by Eugenia R. Mulligan

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