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Posted on April 13, 2020 by Helena Toto
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Taking his hand, she looked up
Eyes pleading to be held
Reaching down, he scooped her up
Into his arms
And the wind blew gently
Across their faces
As the breeze caught laughter
And her eyes glowed
In the arms of her father
Category: family, PoetryTags: childhood, family, father, happy
I love that. It was beautiful. Sounds like a beautiful father daughter relationship.
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I love that. It was beautiful. Sounds like a beautiful father daughter relationship.
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