Baby Sister Or Enemy? by Sarah matthews
NO! I dont want her to grow up to be like me, after all I have ever done and the only thing she has ever seenis mom and me fighting, Tim and me fighting, or mom and Timfighting. Not once has she s
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NO! I dont want her to grow up to be like me, after all I have ever done and the only thing she has ever seenis mom and me fighting, Tim and me fighting, or mom and Timfighting. Not once has she s
My mother gave me a baby doll, And said it was my own to keep, But something is wrong with this doll, Because it ''baahs'' like a sheep, I told my mother what it''s doing, And she said not to wor
They are the Baby BoomersBorn to reunited familiesSplit by the warA baby boomFelt around the WorldThey were to change humanity1955 started a revolutionTheir parent's music was boringNew music
I'm anxiously waitingTo welcome my babyAnd provide herA rich and fulfilling lifeWhereNo sort of painCan enterAnd only pearls of joyAnd beautiful visionsof real happinessIs seen.....Autho
A gift of GodA gift of loveA gift of blissFrom heaven aboveHas been sentBy the Lord's hallIn the form of aLovely baby smallPlease join with prayersAnd share our joyAs God has sentFor us his
He was such a tiny little manHeld in his mothers armsJust starting life’s huge journeyDeveloping some early charmsThe world so wide with wonderSo much there was to seeA family that gathered â
She was a precious little angel thatCame into their lives one wonderful dayNothing could have made them happierOr delighted that she came to stayBeautiful sweet smile on her faceThat came almost
Lets do it again babyBecause I needTo prove My love to youAnd I want to showWhat love isAuthor: Aldo Kraas
Quite child, do not screamNow is the time to dream Pony rides and Puppy dogsReal big slides and Lincoln logs Take and rest upon the sheet And may all your dreams be sweet Lollipops and golden he
Baby tomorrow I wonderWhere my thoughts shall beOceans afar - asunderWhere doubtful questions fleeTry not to long too muchFeelings aside those playControls so out of touchInto sallow fall's ray
I see you upon a breath of lightLying downward on this night You are so small and sweet it seemsBeginning to dream infant dreams Pony rides and puppy dogs Gigantic slides and Lincoln Logs Now y
volanic eruptionbaby turtles flocksout of the sandIt is like an volcanic eruption when you view baby turtles coming out of the sand after they are hatched. Most of them by instinct would move out