<HERE IS A PICTURE OF ME,ALL DRESSED UP AND NO WHERE TO GOAREN`T I CUTE, AT LEAST MOMMY THINKS SO PRECIOUS GIFT A gift supreme sent by God, I hold gently in my arms. For months I've held you `neath my heart, safe from cold and harm. I gaze in awe---a tiny son, a miracle it seems, I could not have asked for treasures more, in my grandest dreams. I gently kiss his little face, kiss tears from dampened cheeks, I hold him gently to my breast, for the nourishment he seeks. He smells of springtime, fresh and new, of flowers after rain. Gone like a blinking of the eye, the months of doubt and pain. "Oh God" I pray, "Guide him each day, make him wise and strong, Please help me God, to guide his path, and teach him right from wrong. And as he grows and spreads his wings, I`ll beg, please let this child stay, In my arms and in my heart, If just for one more day. But birds must fly and flowers die, and warm rains turn to snow. And as I know my love will stay, I also know my son will go. I whisper to my little one, "Though I can't shelter you from pain, But if lifes` journey gets too much. The hills too steep to climb, I know the love I give you now, will transcend all of time. If friends forsake you, turn their backs, be brave for I`ll be here. You may not see me, nor hear my voice, but you will feel me near. But for now my darling, close your eyes. Dream dreams of innocence sublime, And I will thank God once again, For his wondrous gift divine. Written for my daughter Marie at the birth of her son, Dane Robert.. © Copyrighted--Shirley Rasmussen.2000 My Favorite Web sites Angelfire Home Pages Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! TO GO BACK FROM WHENCE YOU CAME, CLICK HERE.AND NOW IT REALY IS
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