The second is a poem by Carol Lynn Pearson(posted 8845 days ago)Day-Old Child
My day-old child lay in my arms, with my lips against her ear I whispered strongly, "How I wish --- I wish that you could hear: "I've a hundred wonderful things to say (A tiny cough and a nod), Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow So I can tell you about God." My day-old baby's mouth was still And my words only tickled her ear, But a kind of a light passed through her eyes, And I saw this thought appear: "How I wish I had a voice and words; I've a hundred things to say. Before I forget I'd tell you of God --- I left Him yesterday."
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