Babies

The gift of life is precious,

As the story's often told,

A baby's cry, from nature's womb,

Is a mystery to

LIFE MOVES ON

Years ago when my son was two,

I watched him ride the carousel.

I watched him ride the helicopter,

the airplane,

So tenderly I remember the very first soft, warm hold

From that moment to me my baby was more precious than gold

As a mother

My baby,

As if you belonged to me

   and not a divine longing for life

   created in the heart of G-d,

HELP, MY BABY
Mom, wake up there's something
long ago I should have said
to the hospital I need to go
please get out of