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When you’re present at the birth…when you hear your baby cry

when the doctor announces…Congratulations…she’s a girl!”

tears flow from your eyes.

When you finally take her home…when to the hospital you say goodbye

you are a little nervous…when you hear your baby cry.

You make sure she isn’t hungry…you hold her close…

you hum a lullaby

you rock her gently back and forth…when you hear your baby cry.

When she gets a little older…you’re quick with medicines to apply

when she comes running to you with a bruise…or a cut…

when you hear your baby cry.

When she comes to you unhappy, troubled…hurting

you take the time…you try

to ease the pain within her eyes…when you hear your baby cry.

When she’s grown up and it’s time for her to go

just before she says goodbye

you’re there with a hug and a smile…when you hear your baby cry.

And throughout her life as you both grow older

you’re not sure how…or why

even when you’re far apart…you can hear your baby cry.

How you wish you were there to hug them

to hold them close

to hum a lullaby

to gently rock them back and forth…when you hear your baby cry.

And you marvel after all this time…all the years that have gone by

how she’ll always be your baby…how you always hear her cry.

And how…even after all these years

tears still flow from your eyes

just like the day when she was born…

when you hear your baby cry.