Two hands-two hearts
This is my child
Flesh of my flesh
Bone of my bone
My efforts culminated
Into this tiny body
That will grow before my eyes
Into someone who is
More beautiful unto my eye
Than I can behold
More precious than
Diamonds or gold
It is my child born out of love
In likenes to the innocence
Of a pure white dove
My child's heart beats ever so clearly
Never has anything been so dearly
Resting in the palm of my hand
~Moses~
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