My Child
A tiny mouth widens,
Smallest ever seen.
Tiny eyes open,
Wide as could be.
Tiny hands grasp mine
And hold on for dear life.
A tiny heart beats,
Easing my strife.
Tiny body turns,
My sweet little boy.
My own tiny baby.
My child, my joy.
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