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A bulging mound glowing bright That is filled with a tiny sprite Created within a loving embrace And gifted from lady lucks grace Loves face is a mask of pain Bead of sweat show the strain Dark words now bellow forth But we can show no remorse Through the pain pervades a joy Is it a girl or is it a boy The struggle was infused with light Like it was an angel’s delight Coming forth into this world The little being was finally hurled Into a caring loving embrace It finally ended its long race With eyes so bright and twinkling And a tiny voice that was tinkling My son at last came into my years Into my arms amid happy tears

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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