Baby Boy
I wrote this about my nephew, after he had a death scare.
I see the steady rise and,
Fall of his handsome chest.
My hand traces his outlined
Face, it really is the best.
Upon my cheek,
I feel his tender baby breath.
And I thank God he's alive,
This precious baby boy.
Fall of his handsome chest.
My hand traces his outlined
Face, it really is the best.
Upon my cheek,
I feel his tender baby breath.
And I thank God he's alive,
This precious baby boy.
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