April Poem #9 [Dedicated to Bee, my first-born child]
On the ninth day of April
‘Twas when she came to be
Adored by her father
A miracle for me
The forceps delivery
Was a painful blur
But what a wonderful moment
When I finally got to see her!
She played with her duckies
Above her crib were strung
A happy, healthy baby
Our blessing bells had rung!
Happy Birthday First Born Child!
Much Love!!
SENSE AND NONSENSE 
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