A
month old
The
baby boy grows
In
the light of many eyes
He
knows he isn't alone
He
sees the familiar faces
They
are always around
Sometimes
he wonders
In
his eyes sparkling bright
He
looks at the young girl
She
always looks at him
She
whispers “I am your big sister
You
can play with my toys”
The
baby boy smile
Imagine
of the toys
In
his mind he knows
He
will have his own
A
month old
The
baby boy called Sebastien
He
wriggles his small fingers
Smiling
the familiar faces
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