This week minus nine, a foetus,
This week plus three, a baby,
born, to the brave and bold.
Succulent, as tendril, suckling
and cuddling dearly, she grew
..... A toddler,
as amazon, she towered,
powering; and towing footsteps
as of the brave, bold buds,
Generous Generals.
Generously gifted Gift, your name
Giving, getting gifts, ....
Before my pen dries; already arisen
Shine, extra years young.
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