Baby bump
A precious gift
Of purest love
A little treasure
Sent from above
No more a twinkle
In daddy’s eye
A babe to soothe
With lullaby
A hand to hold
A mouth to smile
A child to cradle
And all the while
The treasure grows within your heart
Cherishing each moment
Every part
Put on that happy face
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I walked slowly but purposely up that long wooded hill, the sun leaving
streaks of narrow light as if showing me the route to my final destination.
Peopl...
5 years ago
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