Bright eyes staring clear,
Mommas breath holding near.
A silhouette of childs cry,
The sweet relief of babies sigh.
Possibilities abound,
Twirling up and around.
For you,
I trade my whole life through.
A selfish soul, always, Ill be,
A mission of happiness, selfish, for me.
To dream a life that is not mine,
Reaching for it, I know Ill be fine.
Stranger here, all in my bed,
Child now, near, as I once said.
I have you now by sweet decree,
This child, whom was once me.
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