My Babies
I remember the day when my babies came,
I remember the sound when I spoke their name;
These tiny souls that were part of me,
Had the courage to break free.
To hold my babies to my breast,
Was all that gave my soul such rest.
My baby’s cry was the sweetest sound;
The miracle I held was more than profound.
I remember my babies touching my face,
Dear little fingers trying to trace;
Eyes so dear as they looked into mine,
With all that was real, all that was divine.
My babies were everything and always a part,
Of all that takes place within my heart;
Now that they’ve grown and taken the test,
I still have the memories for which I am blessed.
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