Bundle of blankets and soft sweet-smelling cheeks.
Cheeks that I will never meet on this your day of birth.
So far away from your grasp around my fingers,
No chance to hold you tightly in my arms and
Gently rock you
back and forth
and back and forth.
No newborn cry to greet my grandma ears.
miles of ocean waves
And blue, blue sky separate me from whispering in your tiny ear,
“I love you baby boy, welcome to this wonderful world.”
-By Sherry Meidell
For the natural man is an enemy to God, and has been from the fall of Adam, and will be, forever and ever, unless he yields to the enticings of the Holy Spirit, and putteth off the natural man and becometh a saint through the atonement of Christ the Lord, and becometh as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father.