A CHILD

        Like the tiny trees in spring, a child begins to flower
        With the warmth it's given, it opens hour by hour

        This little bud, how perfect, it's curious eyes aglow
        On and on from day to day you watch it have to know

        About the sky, the furry kitten and the people in its nest
        Who are these giants watching and waiting for my every request?

        These delicate buds, they are the promise of all good things to come
        They cause us each to give silent thanks for the completeness in our home

        Here are Ryan, Kaitlyn, Matt , Sarah and Me ,

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