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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Children are God's greatest gift. In their smiles, mothers dry their tears" by Poet Waited in vain through long barren years To see a toddler taking unsteady steps Calling me mom, his toothless gum pressed to my breast Years slouched away without any happy tiding Went from doc to doc, looking for a remedy They in unison said little was the chance Knew prayer was the sole resort And waited for a miracle to happen After years of prayerful waiting At last, sensed the feeble signs of life within A dream come true, a long wish fulfilled The dainty Darling of our life, so very near! Like an eagle in its aerial route, Flew my spirits in ecstatic rounds Like the Swallow, soaring high above, My fancy took wings and set to fly. With promises full and hopes in store, To fill the void within our souls To burst the silence with the clatter of sounds To dispel the gloom that hovered on He came, High from Heaven like a cherubim sent, With the glow of umpteen candles lit, To gladden our doleful hearts, To deliver us of our blighted state He came, Like the first rain on parched ground, To drench the arid lands in profuse shower, To ease the prick of sweltering heat, To put out the fire of growing drought He lay close to me, the bundle of joy! His dark little eyes poised on my face, Full with words on silent lips, And innocence on his glistening visage I peered into that cute little face, The face I had long fondled in my dreams, I whirled in the feel of prime feed, And swam in the glory of maternal bliss! (It was after long 12 years of waiting and after rigorous treatment for acute endometriosis, that our first son was born to us at a time when we had given up all hopes. Our joy knew no bounds. We firmly believe it is through divine intervention) 26. May 2018 Divine Intervention Poetry Contest Sponsor-Chantelle Ann Cooke Judged on 1/15/2022 Entered for Writing Challenge X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest Sponsor- Constance La France
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