I see your eyes and my lips.
I hear your laugh and my grimace.
Born from our love – our creation.
They are alive. They are my hope for a future,
Much simpler and complete.
I see them climbing trees,
Making odd-shaped pancakes.
With charm and intelligence, greater than ours.
Cheeky and inquisitive. Untainted as a child should be.
Snoring with you as you sleep
After reading my bedtime stories.
I see them. They are alive and waiting inside me.
I feel them. They are alive in our embrace.
They are waiting.
For God to open the door,
For the moment they enter our lives
And fill it with inexplicable happiness.
[END]
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