Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe
Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it
And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore
Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug
Damn that hurt. It just wasn’t the same.
Something about you is miraculous
Perhaps it is how you smile, or the way you pick at your food
I don’t really know how, but all I do know
Regardless of what the world says you are important
I believe we all are a Christmas miracle
The babe born anew in us today
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Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
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Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
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