From a mother's womb a child is born.
A child of innocence,
Who brings to this world such joy.
And enlightens our hearts,
With warmth and love.
A gift so true and precious
Is but a thought from Heaven;
Soft and beautiful, like a summer dove.
And with smile so radiant, so dear.
Such a beautiful child
Brings forth, such wonderful years.
David Page
Reason for writing:
My own two beautiful and prescious children.
Birth sign: Not entered
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