Beate E. Verterano - First Granddaughter

A precious little child
Fashioned by God's own hand,
Sweetness that goes unequaled
by the handiwork of man.

A winter baby sleeping calmly
As mountains beneath a robe of white
And winter winds breathe softly
Of God's gift this wondrous little life.

Beate E. Verterano

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