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Posted on Friday, February 20, 2009 by Julia Newbern
Ode To My Unborn Grandson
What quiet morn
That hears a sleeping babe’s sigh
And gentle, soothes unfurrowed brow
As lashes shadow tender cheeks
Softly the breeze sings
O‘er its peaceful sanctuary
A babe’s sweet lullaby
*this is a work in progress; I plan on two more verses before he’s born next month!
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