Dorothy Warwick

(New Hamburg, Ontario, Canada)

First Born - Poem by Dorothy Warwick

Our first born child, a joy so wild
A flaming bursting love.
A rising, sweeping, soaring
To unheard of heights above.
The wondrous miracle of birth
The feel of tender bliss
As we gaze at this masterpiece
And placing of first kiss.
Oh miracle of miracles
"God's" gift to us be known.
May we be worthy of your love
Your trust, first born, our own.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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