The Special Event - Poem by Joanne Mlodik
I spent hours waiting for this special day, when
I can see, touch, and hold you so dearly.
The tenderness of your touch, is so special, your
loving hands reach out for me, I feel so blessed, it is
a miracle that God has given me. With tears of joy and love in my heart, I hold you
so lovingly, a true gift so priceless, rare and precious
The baby is so beautiful tiny, adorable, and so fragile.
She is just like a doll, only this doll is alive.
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