Hand
HAND
Nine months by the hand of mother natures clock
Our first born child will finally know and understand
Why I went to such great lengths to land
Her mothers hand , My beautiful wife , the love of my life
With whom I chose to breed
Fulfils my every waking need
With you in mind , I chose only the very best to feather your nest
Trust me when I say your mother blew away the Rest
For her affection there never any contest
From the moment of your conception
You will share in the love which I have been blessed
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2010
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