There is a special place...
That was once set up in the greatest expectation.
Where little heads of curls laid in slumber.
In which bright morning eyes peered over the edge
And little fingers reached through the slats.
Where the carpet is worn from pacing and holding.
From which midnight cries were answered
And babbling talk echoed in the sunrise.
It is the place where rest was found, prayers were answered and babies grew.
That was once set up in the greatest expectation.
Where little heads of curls laid in slumber.
In which bright morning eyes peered over the edge
And little fingers reached through the slats.
Where the carpet is worn from pacing and holding.
From which midnight cries were answered
And babbling talk echoed in the sunrise.
It is the place where rest was found, prayers were answered and babies grew.
5 comments:
Monica, this brought tears...sweet and beautiful. Thank you.
Did you take it down? :(
-vanessa
:( Life just won't be the same without another B. baby every year or two.
That is so sweet :)
So sweet...is it still up or down now? Must be bittersweet ending that very long chapter of your life. This is a beautiful post and lovely shots. I hope you frame this somewhere in your home.
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