🧬 The Joy Of Having A Child 🧬

A tender blossom in the dawn, A breath of life, so pure, so new, With eyes that hold the world within, And laughter like the morning dew. A whisper soft, a tiny hand, That clutches hope with all its might, Yet dream's creep in on sleepless nights, The panic leaves with dawn's new light. The days are sweet, a lullaby, A song that soothes the restless heart, But tears may fall in quiet hours, As love and worry a fresh new start. Through all the storms and gentle skies, A joy that words can scarce describe, A love that grows with every sigh, In every touch, a soft caress. For in this child, a world reborn, A life that blooms despite the rain, The ups and downs, a dance of love, In every joy, therein thus lies the pain.