Tiny Hands

I found out my cousin is pregnant, so yeah. c:

Miracles surround us,

Each and every day.

They may be very tiny,

But they are special in some way.

Like when a man and a woman,

Join together as one.

And they decide to expand their family,

To share their love.

After months of growing,

Feeding on joy.

The couple welcomes,

A new baby girl or boy.

The family has a new member,

Someone who will be cherished.

This beautiful new baby's,

Life will flourish.

Smiles spread wide,

From ear to ear.

There is a new little heartbeat,

For the mother to hear.

There are two little hands,

For the father to hold.

There is a whole new adventure,

About to unfold.

The End

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