Every birth
A gift
A miracle.
Every child
Conceived
Special.
Travail to joy
Joy to happiness
Fed with mother's milk
Coos for attention
Hugged in her arms
So safe
No harm.
Such innocence
Not accountable
Nor responsible
Given by the Grace
Of God Almighty above
A child of love.
Enjoy
Every minute
As if it might be your last
They grow up so fast
You may blink
They're past
And you're just left to think
Reminisce
And miss
Why does God work like this?
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The cradle now empty
The caboose uncoupled
You'ld think I'ld throw a party!
But why am I troubled?
Every birth
A gift
A miracle.
Every grandchild
Conceived
Now even more special.
(c) 8/8/06 DWB