The Cry

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What a cry she had!  Brassy and assertive, she carved out a little piece of the stratosphere for her own the moment she arrived in this world.  And And she cried with the same force still 17 months later.  The tears streamed down her face just like the miserable rain outside.  And the quack of the passing Canadian geese outside of her window couldn’t compete with her.  I rocked and I rocked.  The little face begged for more hugs, more patience, more time and more love.  And I held on.  The sinful human heart said, “Sleep, sleep, oh please sleep and give me a moment of peace.”  But the tiny infant shoe deserted in the corner reminded me that all too soon this shall pass, too. 

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