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A Poem for Mae Belle
In the hills of grace,
where whispers roam,
A soul emerged,
a light that shone,
Her name is Shiloh Grace Poole,
a song untold,
With dreams and hopes,
her spirit soars,
to never unfold.
Through every storm and each embrace,
Shiloh dances with boundless grace,
Her laughter echoes for the trees,
A melody that put hearts at ease.
Oh, Shiloh Grace,
a guiding star,
You shine so bright,
near and far,
In every heart,
you’ve found a home,
With strength and love,
you’ll grow; keeping hate astow.
In every step she takes,
a trail of kindness left,
A friend to all,
hearts she earnestly weaves,
hardwork done through her knees.
With eyes that sparkle like the summer skies,
She embraces the world open eyes.