Mon May 19, 2003
I dost gladly look upon a vision of mine own wondrous newborn and I may only marvel as mine own heart opens. Free - as fully as the rarest flower ever be.
Fragile and tender part of true found me that I doest hold so gingerly. Within my arms For thoust covet and to comfort. Warm is the deepest I've been in your divining of grace. Angels above to softly to trace.
Tears that spilleth from my shining face. As I fondly embrace this moment, sacred. A treasured Keepsake of a time shared. New to be fully measure.
Priceless beyond eaty measure.
A mother's Joy to forever treasure.
Katherine A. Marion