The first one came, a lumbering boy,
Who had no hurry in his bones.
One day crossed o'er into the next
And then another he condoned.
This baby girl now born today
Came thund'ring fast, her mission clear.
Her mother gasped, and cried aloud
For there she was, our daughter dear.
5 comments:
I was confused ... but sounds interesting ...
best poem of the year!
I agree with Gino, congratulations and good luck.
I think you'd agree that Faith deserves the credit on this one. She did a fantastic job! I'm not surprised, but I'm amazed.
Welcome to the world Abigail Rose! We miss having the Worley family in Minnesota! Wishing all four of you the best.
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