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That feeling you get. When you meet your son. You can see his life. Before the years come. Those first words. And his first love you. Makes me feel so proud. And my love for you so true.
Oh my gosh, I have three followers. I know, I know it's not that much to people who have hundreds, but to me it's HUGE!!. Thank you to followers even if you follow random people.
A chaotic street with hustling crowd, Seemed empty when I saw him.. A boy of three covered in a shroud, With pale skin and eyes so dim.. Tired and hungry he was at last, As he sat on the gravel road..
Her cute blonde haircut dances wild around her head, Flying free as wild as can be; I couldn't imagine my sweet Miu any other way.
It wasn't the usually sunny blue sky day today. It was grey, bleak, the rains of autumn were upon us. Good weather for the ducks, raining cats and dogs and other clichés.
Who are you sir. I am just someone Why are you in my bedroom. I have come to take you away Away where. Away from all this Why must I go. Because you are dying. I'm dying. I don't want to die.
I was a stone lying still, On the chirping streets of may.. Kicked and flicked I'd be until, A child picked me on the way.. I tossed, turned in pockets o his, Unsure of the others there..
When Lola was a baby , A thimble sized one to , No one thought she was cute , not me not him not you, but as we watched Lola flourish, And sail on lily pads by the bay We realised how wrong we...
They make you laugh, They make you cry, But before you, They shouldn't die. Yet it still happens, In places poor, Where death is knocking, In their door.
Birds tweet at the peak of dawn The little girl opens her eyes and yawns. She observes the big wide world Knowing she won't always be this little girl.
@LittleKitten's challenge. Hi, I'm Meg, though most of you will know me as Meggie2012. My real name is Megan but almost no one calls me that. I'm half Scottish, a quarter English and a quarter Irish.
While I'm here, you should know that I write songs. I write a lot of songs, and they all have stories, and I am going to share one now. I wrote it about a year and a half ago.
Miley so smiley and Megan so sweet. Miley so shyly with people she meets. Megan is growing up so quickly and well. She's good with her numbers and knows how to spell.
Birds, animals, and all the nature sounds surrounded Peter as he wandered through the forest. The music of the world washed over him as he enjoyed his walk.
Every night just before three year old Amie closed her eyes and fell asleep her mother would sing a lullaby. "Sleep now my dearest love. What I treasure most is you. Dream of a pretty white dove.
It's that time of year again Four years have gone by quickly The memories are ever laying but they are slowly fading They aren't as vivid as before When I think back I miss you more Your smile Your...
So ladies and gentlemen if you have children or have nieces and nephews or know folk that have had kiddies. You'll know that the lady in question always has a birth story.
Like a warm sun ray On a late winter day, It lights up my heart And make the clouds part. Like a summer breeze It puts me at ease.
#YWHH This little teddy bear sat on the window shelf, All alone he really wanted some help. His owners had left him all dirty and grey, He was definitely having a bad day.
#emotion #loss (true story, written in the view of my parents, many, many years ago.). Sitting in the hospital, upon a satin bed,. Where, once again, the camera took a picture of your head,.
#movement. Like a snake dancing high in the sky. The little blue kite soars way up high. Purple streamers flutter in the breeze. Running in the field a boy so free.
Today I saw the most wonderful family. We were at a skatepark watching two little kids skate circles around the larger ones.
She is pure perfection. Even in the dark of night. Her flawless beauty. Still shines bright. Full of brilliance. Sparkle and fire. A princess cut. From her mothers desire. Shine a light on her.
#youngwritershousehold She spins, she sways, To whatever song plays, She glides through the air, Without any care.