For all the first-time mothers...and the mothers blessed with that first time feeling each time they look into a baby's face...
The day you were born I don’t remember
If it was warm or not,
If the sun shone
Slashed across a sky
By pain and doubt.
But I know
That I held you
For hours, stared at you
And felt the warmth assault me,
Felt all the old, forgotten smiles
Until I wasn’t sure
Which of us
Had just been born.
--Leslie P. García
Leslie P Garcia--Author
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|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Leslie, I've got to agree with Phyllis...in so few words you capture the awesome experience...simply terrific writing!
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|F a n t a s t i c !!
Very touching, and you go straight to the point.
|Reviewed by Leslie Garcia
|Thanks to Tanya Mitchell for making by day by requesting a poem from long ago. This poem has special significance for me, and I hope might touch others as well.|