You are such a marvelous gift
miracle in plain sight.
My thoughts of you always uplift,
you are my beam of light.
Some disbelieve in miracles,
but with having you here,
I could never be cynical.
—intangible made near
Your mom and I have tried and tried,
but time and time again,
our blessing, an empty womb hides —
our joy made porcelain
Though, this pain has seeded such bliss.
Sown in tears, raised with mirth
Hill flowing sweet wine blessedness
No more loss, gone the dearth
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
You are such a marvelous gift
miracle in plain sight.
My thoughts of you always uplift,
you are my beam of light.
Some disbelieve in miracles,
but with having you here,
I could never be cynical.
—intangible made near
Your mom and I have tried and tried,
but time and time again,
our blessing, an empty womb hides —
our joy made porcelain
Though, this pain has seeded such bliss.
Sown in tears, raised with mirth
Hill flowing sweet wine blessedness
No more loss, gone the dearth
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