Musings by The Poet Loriet
Bountiful Blessings
Butterflies in my stomach
fancy freedom's flight.
I release them into the air
in song,
a joyful melody--
TWINS!
My baby sister
has been doubly blessed!
The phone lines
between our houses,
our workplaces,
buzz and hum--
Have you talked to her?!
Can you believe it?!
Oh, little mama,
God smiled at you twice!
Do not be afraid,
for we have enough
open arms and hearts
in our family
to lift those babies
onto the loftiest pedestal!
We adults are the wings
that fold the children
in a warm embrace
and guide them
through their journey.
Heaven has been recreated
within your gentle womb,
dear sister!
Two babies float,
suspended by the promise of life,
bathed in the love
of a family
they have yet to meet.
Grow strong, little ones!
We pray for your
deliverance...
So we can count
baby fingers and piggies
and kiss
each
one
in adoration.
We hope,
we pace,
we wait
to double our love.
Lori Beal
fancy freedom's flight.
I release them into the air
in song,
a joyful melody--
TWINS!
My baby sister
has been doubly blessed!
The phone lines
between our houses,
our workplaces,
buzz and hum--
Have you talked to her?!
Can you believe it?!
Oh, little mama,
God smiled at you twice!
Do not be afraid,
for we have enough
open arms and hearts
in our family
to lift those babies
onto the loftiest pedestal!
We adults are the wings
that fold the children
in a warm embrace
and guide them
through their journey.
Heaven has been recreated
within your gentle womb,
dear sister!
Two babies float,
suspended by the promise of life,
bathed in the love
of a family
they have yet to meet.
Grow strong, little ones!
We pray for your
deliverance...
So we can count
baby fingers and piggies
and kiss
each
one
in adoration.
We hope,
we pace,
we wait
to double our love.
Lori Beal
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