Rose, a.k.a. RoseMary'sbaby, gave birth to ~ Zane Grey ~
on April 13/01

My Child

You are the poem I dreamed of writing,
the masterpiece I longed to paint...
You are the shining star I reached for
in my ever-hopeful quest for life full filled.
You are MY CHILD...
Now with all things I am blessed.

~Author Unknown~

Before you were conceived I wanted you; Before you were born I loved you; Before you were here an hour I would die for you; This is the miracle of love.
~Maureen Hawkins~

A baby is a true treasure, Worth more than all the gold, A little piece of heaven A new little soul A baby is so precious, A perfect work of art, A special gift from God, Sculpted from his heart.

A MOTHER'S HEART

I loved you from the very start, You stole my breath, embraced my heart. Our life together has begun, You're part of me my little one. As mother with child, each day I grew, My mind was filled with thoughts of you. I'd daydream of the things we'd share, Like late-night bottles & teddy bears. Like first steps & skinned knees, Like bedtime stories & ABCs. I thought of things you'd want to know, Like how birds fly & flowers grow. I thought of lessons I'd need to share, Like standing tall & playing fair. When I first saw your precious face, I prayed your life be touched with grace. I thanked the angels from above, And promised you unending love. Each night I lay you down to sleep, I gently kiss your head & cheek. I count your little fingers & toes, I memorize your eyes & nose. I linger at your nursery door, Awed each day I love you more. Through misty eyes, I dim the light, I whisper "I love you" every night. I loved you from the very start, You stole my breath, embraced my heart. As mother & child our journey's begun, My heart's yours forever little one.

M IS FOR THE MIRACLE OF BEING

M is for the miracle of Being.
O is for its origin in love.
T is for the tenderness of seeing.
H is for a home no wind can move.
E is for the ecstasy of living.
R is for the recklessness of giving.

~anonymous~