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You have a new life in your handsIt might not have been a part of your plansBut now you have that chanceAnd remember your not done your dance
A beginning.
New life, bright lights.
Tiny fingers, tiny toes.
A brand new life, a newfound cry,
I hold you close. I watch you grow.
You are my flower, my favorite joy.
The first time I heard his cry, I cried with joy that he's here.
Struggled a little, but took care of him without a fear.
The first time I see him smile, I smile back.
Seeing him cry in pain, my focus is in lack.
