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Only Three

She looks at me
So young, only three,
Her eyes are blue and scared.
“Sissy, ” says she,
“Don’t leave me.”
In a voice no more than a whisper.
I lean down, smile, and kiss her.
I pat her curls
(Sweet little girl!)
“Baby, ” says I,
“I tell you no lie,
I’ll be here as long as I can,
My love, and I’ll hold your hand.”
She smiles at me
“Sissy, ” says she,
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”

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