"Morning, Petal," she whispers,
Turning on the light; its soft orange glow filling the room,
Growing bright,
The soft new baby, curled, wrapped up tight,
Opening her big brown eyes,
A mother's touch; soothing her cries,
Comforted and held close,
The baby coos, pulled from her sleep,
Yet in warm arms she makes not a peep,
"Welcome to the world, my little one,
This is your dad, and this is me - your mum."
[Written on request for a friend of a friend who just had a baby]
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
Looking at your scrunched-up face, At how you wriggle in your place, The strangest noises that you make, Pain-staking time to feed you takes, Your tiny nails dotting your hands, The 'words' you...
Bright blue eyes, Staring back. Soft, messy hair, That's jet black. Tiny feet, Miniature hands. Behind me smiling, Her father stands. Silently she sleeps, The bundle in my arms.
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.
Just looking at your face. I know my life is in place. Just your sweet sweet smell. Reminds me from heaven you fell. To give birth to wonderful you. Tells me life will never be blue.
Week one was a shock. But it didn't last long. The first months the easiest. But ofcourse it's still hard. As days go by. And weeks pass. Months seem longer. Now at last. Nine months along.
Her name is Poppie Rose she has ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Unconditional love from the start she owns and has captured my heart.
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