Newborn,
Raw and greedy,
The love I bore into your world.
Caught in soft blankets,
Carried in your strong arms,
It stands and laughs with sparkling eyes,
Wanting to give a dandelion.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
I doubt you need a description after the title.
The Poetess and her daughter
About The Poetess
- Aiden
- I'm a happily married stay at home mom. I love to write poetry, read, cook and be creative. My parents unschooled me, and my husband and I plan to unschool our two amazing children.
No comments:
Post a Comment