My bounsing Baby boy

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    My bounsing Baby boy

    There is a little life in me

    Boy or girl, does it really matter

    Not at all for this life is part of me

    This life was made with my love

    As you grow I wonder once again boy or girl

    Here my chance to find out, but I don’t

    Does it really matter, not at all

    At last it is time, I will see you, hold you and feel you

    Only four hours of labor

    And here you are in my arms

    Bouncing baby boy, who once inside me

    I now hold in my arms

    Ready to love and teach

    Ready to give him the world

    To show him the way of the world

    To love, Respect all people and things

    To be a better person than I am

    Is that not what it is about

    To teach what we were taught

    And to teach what we have learnt

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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