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THESES BABIES OF GOD
Hold your babies’ hands, hold them tight,
‘Cause they grow up real fast,
Soon, they’d join their own gang,
and you’re not part of their swarm.
Kiss them oft’, let ‘em protest, hug them in whatever form,
Show off their pics’ funny poses all,
And don’t ever tire of their call.
Be there for them, Mom and Dad, be there all the time,
The twinkle in their eyes you dream about,
You want to capture in your soul.
Gene Pagkanlungan's Poetry - Sept 2013

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These Babies of God.

  • 1. THESES BABIES OF GOD Hold your babies’ hands, hold them tight, ‘Cause they grow up real fast, Soon, they’d join their own gang, and you’re not part of their swarm. Kiss them oft’, let ‘em protest, hug them in whatever form, Show off their pics’ funny poses all, And don’t ever tire of their call. Be there for them, Mom and Dad, be there all the time, The twinkle in their eyes you dream about, You want to capture in your soul. Gene Pagkanlungan's Poetry - Sept 2013