A child is born
You are the parents
The years ahead
Seem endless
Tiny hands and feet
Gentle eyes stare with
A million questions that
Only time can fulfill
Seems a moment later
Your child is a man with
A bride to soon take
Life is anew for him full
Of dreams and plans
A wife, a home and the
Vast unknown
You stare through the mist
With hope and prayers for
Their new life
Now separate he stands
Representing, unknowingly
The past, the present and in
Our hearts, all dreams for
Tomorrow.
written by Pauline (c)
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Love flows from your fingers
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