Four-year-old hearts
beat tender
and fragile with-in small chests.
Moth-wing words and
dew-drop conversations can
seduce a smile from the saddest child.
Silky curls
rose-petal cheeks and
spiderweb eyelashes,
butterfly kisses
and Wildflower eyes
Four-year-old souls
are stronger
than those who have withered with age.
Four-year-old angels
shine brighter
In heaven from whence
they came.
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