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He held my hand. The day I was born. His eyes were flooded. His heart was torn. Through many years. He made me laugh. He washed my back. When I was in the bath. He took me to. My nursery.
I'll watch you sleep forever, I'll watch you play and smile, I'll sit and watch you find your way, Then hold you for a while. I'll never tire of watching you, I can't believe your mine.
You took your time coming into this world - and that's just fine. A healthy, beautiful baby boy. You have your mothers eyes with no pain behind to disguise.
© ZuperZed I promised you a story about my favourite toy. The one I used to sleep with, brought me lots of joy. Not time for dirty thoughts now, it's not that kind of toy.
My little cherub. Is what you are to me. From the somersaults in the womb. To the life you breathe now. Is something so precious. And very beautiful. With your blonde hair.
A small child, Curled up on a bed, Foetal position, Knees tucked to head. She sighs in her sleep, And turns on her side, A mother looks on, Face: tender pride.
Pre-op Hospitals. They never used to bother me, I could quite easily visit without any fear.
Don't grow little one. Stay at your infant age. Babbling and smiling. Untainted and pure. Don't grow little one. The world is a scary place. Full of sadness and danger.
I have been on this earth for just over thirty two years. In that time I haven't really given religion any real thought, other then what I had to at school.
For @aleishagayle20 Enjoy and I hope you don't mind!. XxX Mummy why do you have to go again today. I want you to stay with me and play. One day, little man, you will understand.
Pug faced and beautiful, Staying a child, forever my child. Just short of a whole, you fill my void to overflowing. Oblivious to street stares And happy to dribble chocolate.
Goodbye Girls From the day you were born we Loved you both; In return you loved us to, But now you must go And we must start over once again.
Crisp anticipation, decks the frosty winter's night, Eager breath on window, clouds the flickering reflection of the Christmas candle light, A sentimental father sighs at the sight of growing...