Days and days of joy
to kiss my baby boy
and watch him grow.
My precious baby girl
the same, with eyes
that light my heart.
Oh, babes!
Each moment with you
was a gift of happiness.
To hear your voice
To see your sweet faces!
“There comes my babies!”
I love the joy expressed in your poem – it made me smile as I read through each stanza repeatedly – a gift of happiness, for sure.