when the nurse handed me my babies
tiny creatures that makes me stop breathing for a second or two
miracle is
when I see my babies roll
miracle is
when I hear my babies giggle
miracle is
when I feel my babies touch
miracle is
when I see them crawl, then stand up, then walk, then run, then ride a bike...
miracle is
when I hear them laugh, then humble, then say words, then speak, then sing...
miracle is
when I feel them rub, then hold, then kiss, then hug, then squeeze...
miracles happen everyday in my life, seeing my babies growing.
*for sunday scribblings*
9 comments:
That was a fabulous poem, Latree. I love it!
♥ I love it! :)
Beautiful! Great poem! I love it
wonderful poem. i love it!
Oh, yes, I so remember those days when my kids were little! Now, I have a granddaughter who is almost three and get to notice those miracles all over again!
Your poem is beautiful!
Absolutely!
A gift of a post to feel all your love.
Thank you for sharing.
TJ of TJ'S Expressions
Miracles -Sept. 7,
http://tjexpressionsblog.blogspot.com/
So sweet and true. It is amazing to watch kids grow. Love it!
absolutely beautiful and so true!
miracle is
my daughter telling me I'm the most wonderful beautiful mother ever.
There is nothing better than children in this world, it is sad to see them grow so fast.
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