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[bodytext] => Beautiful Tiny Baby ~~~~ He was born five weeks early To the surprise of mom and dad The doctor said to take a look At this lovely little lad When my eyes first looked upon you It was love at first sight This beautiful tiny baby Wrapped in a sheet of pure white From another room I could hear you crying From feeling cold and all alone For this was a different place From the warmth that you’ve known With your eyes barely open You were brought back to our room And placed in your mothers arms As she sang you a little tune I had to wait patiently For my chance to hold you tight When you were in my arms Everything felt just right For months I’d only dreams What this moment would be like To experience it first hand I couldn’t be more psyched You were more than just my son More than just my flesh and bone You represented the greatest form of love In which I’d ever know From that moment I felt the importance The was placed within our care Of this beautiful little baby That we’re blessed enough to share Now in a few months you’ll be three I’m amazed at how you’ve grown From this tiny little baby On the day we brought you home You’re now this gentle little man With a heart so big and wide How proud I am of you Are feeling I don’t want to hide To say you’ve enriched my life Would be the understatement of the year For when I’m showing you off I’m grinning from ear to ear You remind me of being young And you help me stay that way Most times I have to call you on the phone Just to get though the day I have pictures of you all around I catch myself staring at your face Makes my heart kinda long To be some other place For when the five o’clock bell rings And the working day is done There is no place I’d rather be Then home with my son [comments] => 1 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 5 [informant] => Jeff_Scott_Morehead [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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