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Hope

We celebrated Fiona’s miraculous presence in our lives with a meet the baby party yesterday. She’s two months old. I had written a poem in honor of what it is she gifts the world and those who come in contact with her supreme cuteness and innocence. It’s called Hope.

 

I could be dulled

By my daily routine.
In the trenches

Left boob, right boob,
Change poopy, cat nap,
Rinse and repeat.
I forget about our need

Until I look into your eyes.
The most important need.
The one babies fulfill.
In every face that looks upon our
Baby daughter Fiona,
Even crazy people’s faces,
I see Hope dawn. Hope ignite.
A chance for future hope and
more life to enjoy.

Your welcome and thank you.

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