ANOTHER LIVING MIRACLE
Once, I thought my heart too small
to love another child.
Content was I with our first born...
in fact, content's too mild.
Ecstatic seems the better word
To him I gave my all.
Nothing was too good for him...
No order proved too tall.
Then another son had I
when nearing forty years.
Knowing he would be my last,
I fought back many tears
Blessed were we that all went well
when Baby Dylan came...
Another living miracle
and so late within the game.
Once, I thought my heart too small
to love another child,
But then I held him in my arms
and watched him as he smiled.
His fingers, laced as if in prayer,
lay softly o'er his chest.
My other living miracle
was nursing at my breast.
This gave my heart a little jump
as if it grew in size.
How could I think I couldn't love
two blessings in disguise?
Children are God's miracles.
He loves them one and all;
And blessed am I... He gave me one
who changed a heart too small.