There's nothing like a baby to put the wind in your sails. Every ounce of love she gives is weighed upon the scales.
Its bottled with each feed and comes up with every burp,with every little sip and every little slurp .
Mothers sweet cou-chee-cous constant kisses and a cuddle,help's a baby up strong to survive life's constant struggle.
If love were an ocean a Mother is always above, walking on water every footstep she takes in love .
Safe in a stormy harbour she's moored to her little boats, until the day arrives when she cut's off her mooring ropes .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-05-06 17:15:27
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