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Babies here! Babies there! Babies everywhere!!!! Our lives are full of the patter of little feet! Except...Except in the place that matters most to us Except in our own house But something has changed today A new little friend has entered our world She is but a wee babe, no more than the age 3 She walks on her feet, and enquirers about even the littlest of things And now here she is, interwoven into my life A baby you say! Well that's just what you wanted yes?? Yes my love, that is what I want. A baby in my house But you see its not our baby that walks the halls and looks to us for care it is but another figment that will tug at our heart stings No baby will be as perfect as our own No baby can amount to what it will be when you and I have ours And as we sit here, trapped in these things they call bodies We can help but revile in the fact that we cannot have our own... Our own little one to hold in our arms Our own bundle of joy to cry over Our own baby to nurture and watch grow Well, that is, not yet at least
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
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Babies here! Babies there! Babies everywhere!!!! Our lives are full of the patter of little feet! Except...Except in the place that matters most to us Except in our own house But something has changed today A new little friend has entered our world She is but a wee babe, no more than the age 3 She walks on her feet, and enquirers about even the littlest of things And now here she is, interwoven into my life A baby you say! Well that's just what you wanted yes?? Yes my love, that is what I want. A baby in my house But you see its not our baby that walks the halls and looks to us for care it is but another figment that will tug at our heart stings No baby will be as perfect as our own No baby can amount to what it will be when you and I have ours And as we sit here, trapped in these things they call bodies We can help but revile in the fact that we cannot have our own... Our own little one to hold in our arms Our own bundle of joy to cry over Our own baby to nurture and watch grow Well, that is, not yet at least
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kriss-truelove
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
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