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A life is born everyday.
 A little girl or boy being greeted into the world,
 As they open their eyes for the first time to see a mother crying.
 They are innocent and don't understand,
 Why a single tear rolls down from their holders eyes and travels down their cheek.

 So they stare on in fascination of a bright new world,
 That they have been brought into.

 The mother holds the child, never wanting to let go.
 She's carried a blessing and only she knows,
 how precious the life before her is.

 She grabs their little hand and it squeezes hers strongly.

 At that moment, it was one she wouldn't forget when the baby smiled.
 One of purity and young,
 At that moment the angels no doubt sung.
 For the beauty god made possible,
 Through women to have a miracle in 9 months.
 To be brought out tiny and small,
 To grow in knowledge and love to stand up tall.

 At that moment, she became a mother.
 Proud and happy as a member was added to a family of two, now three.
 She prays to god for giving her a bundle of joy,
 Because at that moment, was an opportunity to sing and rejoice.

 She watched them grow from a new born to a child.
 Every night she would read a story,
 Of how he came to be,
 A son and how he was brought into her world.

 That every night she would be there when he would cry,
 How she would sing him a gentle lullaby,
 And he would quiet as she rocked him in her arms.
 With one last promise she would always make,
 As she kissed his forehead goodnight and told him,
 "Angels are watching over you."