poem 4 my son (Remove filter)
Holding Your Tiny Hands {Cody}
{Holding Your Tiny Hands}{Cody}
My dearest son,
I remember when you was born at 12:30 p.m. December 17
And then the doctor's laid you on my chest and as I wrapped you up in my arms and kissing your small tiny hands and face as the happy tears flowed down my cheeks
And then I started to count your small fingers and toes making sure all of them was there
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Thursday 28th June 2018 10:53 am
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