Gift

These lines are for Mary Rose
To read when "up" she grows,
And books become her treasure chest,
And poems my bestowed bequest.

And now you're on the first fresh page
So set aside your age,
And act as old or young as you
Would like to be: that makes it true.
The golden world is ever new.
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a poem by my father stephen richard eng. i was two and a half.

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