This is a poem I wrote while expecting my first child.
BLESSED EVENT
As man and woman we become one
Our goals and dreams unite.
But now we await the birth of another
A dream come true as father and mother.
The day soon came and you were here
So tiny, so precious and quite dear.
As we nestled you safely into your bed
We knelt close by and kissed your sweet head.
Looking at this beautiful child
Our thoughts of the future were running wild.
What path should you choose
What battles you may win and which you may lose.
The smiles, the tears, the winning cheers
This life to share throughout the years.
Raising a family is a joyful experience and those children don't leave you ever. They support you faithfully. I found out how on Mother's Day. Love is always there til the end.
Hi Brenda! I read your poem,"Blessed Event" It totally reminded me of when my wife had our first child. Lovely poem! Best of luck with your writing. Please feel free to check out my stuff at www.freewebs.com/kendoo or here in the "den"
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