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My Little Neicey Weicey

My Little Neicey Weicey

By Asha Jones

 

My little neice weicy is 1 year old,

she yells and breaks sea shells

and will sprout taller and get older.

 

She gets a fit for nothing

whines for what she wants.

 

Then at the end of the day she goes to sleep,

we stay up, relax, and play in the dark.

 

And then in the morning she wakes up so soft

and warm like a teddy bear I just hold her,

and we look at each other while she halfway falls asleep.

 

But I’ll always remember that

touch because you will get older and

I won’t be able to hold you anymore so

just know that I will love you forever neicey weicey.

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