Laney at Two

If you play peek-a-boo
with Laney, age two,
her squeals of delight
and dimples that play
on her face take flight
immediately that day
From Heaven to you-
giggles, wiggles that flew
from eternity you knew
before you came to earth.
For Laney, even two years
could never wear out that mirth
rising from God, nor the tears
and tantrums of Laney at two.

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