We’re friends you know
Miss Claire and I.
I hold her hand
and she holds mine.
We share lots in common
like real special moms
and fathers whose hearts
are filled with love.
We often go strolling
from one street to another,
the truth is really
we’re like sister and brother.
We play with our moms
and shop with them too
and we love when our dads
get filled with our drool.

We’ve not yet discovered
quiet how to walk,
nor have we learned
how our parents talk,
but we communicate
very well you know
with smiles and tears
as the hours come and go.
We’re well taken care of
and happy as can be
that our parent's love
blesses Claire and me.
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(c) Written with love & prayers
for Claire and Max.
Viola/Grammie Doncaster.
June 12, 2000.