This is a letter to you to prepare you for life.
You have a beautiful mommy and a hard working daddy.
A few aunts ready to spoil you rotten and a grandma and grandpa that are ready for their first grandchild
But you have a long road ahead of you.
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What a miracle you are that comes to our life,
A bundle of joy to relieve worries and strife,
A breath of heaven's blessing knocking on the door,
A whole new meaning of love to explore...
Hello Jundy....I am Stanley from Indonesia. Reading your poem touches my heart. Yes, it is a miracle since "he" met "she" in mom's tummy. Your sentence, "An answer to a prayer that long we've...
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The angels took the April skies
And made two bright and shining eyes.
They plucked a sunbeam here and there
And spun his locks of golden hair.
Big blue eyes and a beautiful smile,
all the qualities to last the longest while.
Comforting laugh and a warm heart,
so many blessings I don't know where to start.
This poem was really touching. I love my dad, he is my hero and my role model. I would like to share the love between me and my father. Every daughter is special and every dad is precious...
My little boy is growing
Getting bigger every day
I fear it won't be long enough
Before I have to say
As you lay there in your crib,
Watching the mobile go around,
A smile comes upon your face,
And I couldn't make a sound.
Every time I think of this,
My heart seems to shatter, how unnatural it is,
What an awful hour,
The thought of me leaving,
It was a cold and frosty morning
in the heart of winter's breath,
when Joe and Thelma readied
for a life they had yet to meet.
The road to town was an hour long,
a ribbon through fields of white,
and this--child number eight--
kicked softly, urging them on.
Excitement hummed like lantern light
inside their weathered car,
for chores still waited back at home,
the farm still pulling at their sleeves.
But some things can't be delayed--
a baby comes when a baby must.
They left the others bundled tight,
small faces pressed to frosted glass,
watching their parents disappear
into the quiet afternoon.
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