I am an Island Child , a blessed child, raised in the sun.
Yet shaded from the blistering rays of the noonday sun.
The palm trees sway where I play.
The tropical breezes whisper as I pray.
The sand stays in my hair and between my toes.
And so that is how my day goes, that is how my life goes,
Here on the sparkling shores west of the Azores.
Someday soon, if Mommy and Daddy are not done,
Brothers and sisters will share my fun.
Whether following the footprints of love or treading over a lost treasure trove,
We will grow and learn and dream on our island of love.
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