The first cry and it might be the last cry but it is written in the seventh heaven that
the day will be the beginning of my day in the world.
Day by day, laughter was heard more and more,
The small hand he was holding was getting bigger.
Hands and feet continue to reach upwards.
The little one who is always crying now has both legs to run.
People who love her are always by her side to accompany the little one.
Time passes and one day they have to let go of the little one's hand. -J.H