| My baby my Love |
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| We dream of the perfect baby. Conceived in love, born with love. After forty weeks ten fingers ten toes a healthy body a healthy mind. We dream... and sometimes we get what we didn't expect~ The perfect baby too early too small struggling to survive capturing a place in out hearts in our lives and changing us forever. Showing us that perfection is there~ In all the work In every setback In every struggle In every heartbeat In every breath changing forever our idea of what perfect is. ~Sherry-Lynn Jamieson~ Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3 Sherry- Thank you for allowing me to use your poem I really appreciate it. |