With innocent eyes that have yet to see the world tarnished,
She is the very meaning of the word cherished,
Everything that we once relished,
A miracle we let too easily become vanished.

With fingers so small their grasp bring joy,
Small as any children’s toy,
An angel as she peacefully lies,
A heart tremor when she cries.

Looking at her Mom, you remember this was once her,
Your little girl who used to take all your concern,
Now with a child of her own, this precious newborn,
Making your heart remember why we were born.

Skin so warm and soft,
So wonderful to the touch,
Hoping forever she never knows rough,
With all your heart you only wish love.

This is truly one of God’s children,
Untouched by society, hate or religion,
Full of hope, wonder and the ability to still imagine,
Without, being told yet to get her head out of the clouds and quit dreaming.

How soon this miracle is gone is up to us,
Most likely it will go out with all the fuss,
Those eyes will be looking up with all that trust,
How soon this miracle ends, is up to us.

April 2, 2008
@Bradley S. Hartman


Bradley S. Hartman

Morocco, United States

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There’s nothing like a newborn to make us remember the great possibilities that belong to mankind. The look of God lies behind those innocent eyes to show us the love and compassion we are fully capable of and somehow tend to forget. There is no better confirmation of something greater beyond this life than the arrival of a new one. If only we could keep that innocence?

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