If at the time you’d only known
How love could honour you
To see the moment sweetly held
The taste of passion true
Conception in its purest form
The babe that found the way
Into your life, into your hearts
You bless that secret day
The eyes that see the two of you
Will call you Mom and Dad
And show you in a special way
The blessing that you have
Your precious baby bunting
Has come with gifts for you
The gift of joy, of innocence
A love that’s fresh and new
And in this love, you will embrace
A fortune only told
In ‘yesterdays’ and ‘will be dones’
In moments you can hold…forever.
©1993 Diane Babcock
From the book ‘Birth, Death, and Everything Between’
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