New life means two things,
It comes from the Mother,
It is of the Father,
The Mothers love runs deep,
It's indescribable and complete,
She teaches, nutures and gives all,
She watches them grow,
She hopes they remember well,
It was their Fathers love,
He made it all happen,
He blessing from above,
It's Of His Love...
Wow Arlis makes me think deep sometimes!
Link to the photo of this poem, enjoy,
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