Hands small and cold
Tiny smile and myriad cries
A chest clogged, fever and cough
Fever and cough,thought was tough
You the sun shone
Hands small and cold
Dreamy eyes saw off miles
Plain to plain,past stone and dust
Thought to quit but held fast
Never alone you got my back
Hands;still small and cold
Feeble but gifted of words
Beyond the frail poetry flows
The old is left,the dead is closed
Since I was born, thanks to the Lord
Happy birthday to me
Tiny smile and myriad cries
A chest clogged, fever and cough
Fever and cough,thought was tough
You the sun shone
Hands small and cold
Dreamy eyes saw off miles
Plain to plain,past stone and dust
Thought to quit but held fast
Never alone you got my back
Hands;still small and cold
Feeble but gifted of words
Beyond the frail poetry flows
The old is left,the dead is closed
Since I was born, thanks to the Lord
Happy birthday to me
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