Who says there is no magic in the world, has never experienced the birth of a child. Who says wealth is everything, has never seen a child smile. Who says this world is beyond saving, has forgotten that children represent hope.To look at a newborn is like finally opening a package you looked at and have been curious about for many months - and then its contents is a miracle of perfection that surpasses all you ever dreamed of.A baby is a blessing, a gift from heaven above, a precious little angel, to cherish and love.Babies are angels that fly to the earth, their wings disappear at the time of their birth. One look in their eyes and we are never the same, they are part of us now and that part has a name. That part is your heart and a bond that will not sever, our babies are angels, we love them forever!And to my baby sister I dedicate this poem
so soft and sweet ,
cool and gentle like a heavenly breeze
Your beautiful eyes so small and blue, my
sweet baby sister just brand new
I cannot wait to watch you grow
Such a pretty stranger,
Precious like an angel.
tiny little fingers of gold,
looking like her mommy's mold
from her little head to her tiny toes
as you lay on your cradle
i noticed a smile on your face
that joy of finally being on earth
to come and and fulfil purpose,
the reason you are sent here.
While you grow my beautiful baby sister
be soft and kind hearted
Be committed to your goal
By focused and do things differently
Grow to become a caring mother
from you uncle ,pithotc
