David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Poem of The Week

The Baby Scan

We saw your face for the first time as the scanner traced your smile.
You hid your face with your pretty hands but peeped out for a while.

I couldn't believe our joy when your hands they moved away, for there was our Tilly, our golden sunshine ray.

Such beauty I had not seen, lips so fully formed
So cute your chubby little cheeks as you began your first display.

Oh the angel in our midst had the signs of  blonded hair
as she sucked on her thumb at will without a single care.

For you are now awaiting your journey to our land where you will meet your destiny as we guide you by the hand.

No man or woman could explain what we had seen this day and how you made us feel as you melted our hearts away.

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