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Jan 2019
Nine months of waiting, to feel your tiny hand.
Wrapped around my finger, when you join this land.
Not knowing whats ahead, but knowing I’ll meet you.
Makes everything worthwhile, all that we’ve been through.

I do not know you yet, are you stubborn, are you strong?
Whoever you choose to be, in my eyes you’ll do no wrong.
So close your eyes my son, and I’ll kiss you goodnight.
Know that ill be watching over, so let your dreams take flight.
Alexandra Holcombe
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Alexandra Holcombe  21/F
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