Chloe Rose, Age Four

A lovely ray of sunshine
bursts through the door.
It's little Chloe Rose,
dancing across the floor!

She makes the family laugh
with sweet and childish ways.
We'll smile and talk about
the funny things she does for days.

Precious Chloe Rose,
you'll grow up much too fast.
A pity that your childhood
is so short and cannot last.

I wish you joy and laughter
and not too many tears,
and love and peace and all success
through many, many years.

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