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O Joy, O Joy returned with an N/A // Not how I would have rated it if I'd had my way// You can fuss over diamonds, emralds and rubies// But children are our most precious gems at the end of the day!

O Joy, O Joy

A baby is born; O joy, O joy!
   Matters not, be it girl or boy

All of life lies ahead, horizons' expanse
   As the infant soul begins life's mysterious dance

Alas, all is not sparkle or glitter or glow
   Baby spits up; in its diaper pee and poop grow

Baby begins to crawl, to toddle, to stumble, to walk
   Making cooing sounds at first, it then starts to talk

We are thrilled by every advance in its dance
   Yet we parents must not become too entranced

We need keep baby's curiosity from ending its very existence
   Playing with fire, picking up glass -- our vigil, persistent

And as our child grows up, we deal with so many heartaches
   With homework, with fashion, with puppy love and heartbreak

Yet all this is pure pleasure, our privilege, our personal growth-climb and
   Our God-given chance to polish this gem's soul, our very precious diamond


               May 13, 2019
Entry in "Tribute to a Precious or Semi-Precious Gem" contest
           Sponsor: Line Gauthier 

... May 16 entry in Richard Lamoreux's 'Applicable or Not Applicable' contest
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Awtry Avatar
May 14, 2019 at 9:17 AM
This is outside the box! Very nicely done!
Wolf Avatar
May 14, 2019 at 1:43 PM
Please forgive me, then, for keeping my reply inside the box... :) gw
Cunningham Avatar
May 13, 2019 at 1:47 PM
He entrusts us with treasures of life. Sometimes a hard but rewarding task. Great write Gershon and good luck. Tom
Wolf Avatar
May 14, 2019 at 1:42 PM
Thank you so much, Tom. Hoping Line will agree with you... Best wishes, Gershon
Romios Avatar
May 13, 2019 at 1:30 PM
Awesome to the max, Gershon. All babies are gems, I weep for those who are killed and never get a chance to dance, see a butterfly, ride a roller coaster. The joys of childhood are endless.
Wolf Avatar
May 13, 2019 at 1:41 PM
Thank you again and again, my friend...You know, our job IS to polish our diamonds---not to destroy them, G-d forbid. It it's any consolation, there's just as much evidence for transmogrification of souls as there is for evolution. Those poor aborted souls all get a second and sometimes third chance. G-d takes care of his children. Let the Divine Plan proceed. :) gw
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