God Gave Me You

My sweet, sweet babies
On the day you were born.
I looked and looked
And found you not torn.
You were so perfect
In my eyes.
The sweetest sound
Was your loud cries.
It let me know
That my angels were here.
And that there was nothing
I could possibly fear.
You had your first bath
Then your first feeding.
Then the bedtime lullabies
And now it is reading.
Brooklyn, Ashlyn and Dallas
You are growing so fast.
I guess that is why childhood
Was not meant to last.


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