The Love of Four
The first of four was already three
when we first met.
He stole my heart at first glance.
Blonde hair, blue eyes.
Just the cutest little child.
Then came my first born a suprise to me
and all that knew me.
Two months early and just the littlest thing
I had ever seen.
Beautiful and strong willed.
So strong he fought and one
the battle for life.
Than came the third stubborn and past due.
Than had to be taken from my body
because of trouble.
My little bundle of joy with a
personality that everyone loves.
Now the one I carry that I love more and
more every day as he/she grows inside of me.
Our mystery child, our suprise our last to complete:
THE LOVE OF FOUR.
when we first met.
He stole my heart at first glance.
Blonde hair, blue eyes.
Just the cutest little child.
Then came my first born a suprise to me
and all that knew me.
Two months early and just the littlest thing
I had ever seen.
Beautiful and strong willed.
So strong he fought and one
the battle for life.
Than came the third stubborn and past due.
Than had to be taken from my body
because of trouble.
My little bundle of joy with a
personality that everyone loves.
Now the one I carry that I love more and
more every day as he/she grows inside of me.
Our mystery child, our suprise our last to complete:
THE LOVE OF FOUR.
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