OLIVERA Poem by WindyMy unexpected but very welcome newest grandson.A tiny being, A huge event A gift of love, A baby "meant"
This child born into the night Has finally set their world aright Rare are miracles (so people think) Yet there he is all new and pink
He lies there all wrapped in blue His eyes of brown glance around the room For now content, yet later he'll cry And there Mom will be, Dad by her side
Happy and proud, a Family they'll be As night turns to day The precious ones sleep © 2008 WindyAuthor's Note
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