Power of New Life
The day I grew up, I will never forget.
Not a day has gone by that I live with regret.
The contractions were long and would always restart.
Then within a flash, be still my beating heart.
Your face like an angel, with that twinkle in your eyes.
I was so happy when they put you on my chest up high.
In that moment I was I knew I would thrive.
It was time to grow up, and accept the power of new life.
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