Happy Times

Happy Times

 

Miracles happen like a new day;
New beauties burst upon our life.
Wriggley, small and soft they lay;
Pondering on productive strife.
A wail that’s clear, loud and long
Fills the air with loving song;
As raspberries dribble down the chin….
And wailing din grows a grin.
The herald of a new born babe….
His joyous presence being made!

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