Emma
How could some thing so small?
Be left standing in the middle of it all.
One little voice swallowed by the crowd,
Could suddenly become so loud.
So defining you cant breath
Wishing you could just leave.
Forget all the strength it took me,
Ignore what was to be.
But you remember my eyes,
How they were wondrous and wise.
My soft and lovable nature,
Becoming an overwhelming feature.
A mind gift so wild
One look and you may see.
Some thing grown so mild
Some thing grown from just a small child.
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