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Saturday, February 11, 2006

THE GARDEN
I did not plant you, true.
But when the season is done-
When the alternate prayers for sun
And rain are counted-
When the pain of
Weeding, and the pride of
Watching are through-
Then I will hold you high
A shining sheaf above the
Thousand seeds grown wild
Not by planting, but by Heaven
~My harvest-My child
author unknown

2 Comments:

At 5:48 PM, Blogger happyandblue2 said...

Cute poem. You may not have given birth to your daughter but you will be her Mom and her Dad. And she will be lucky..

 
At 8:46 PM, Blogger MKBookWorks said...

Very pretty poem Astra! I love it. 3 more sleeps.. as if we could sleep!! Soon it will be your turn to go get that cutie!! Can't wait to see your baby in your arms.. I am soooooo looking forward to having mine in mine!! LOL

Thanks for all the smiles!!

Missy
Chloe Rose's Mom - in person in just a few more days!

 

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