I remember the joy of inhaling
All the sweetness her tiny
Body exuded. My baby:
She smelled like sunshine
And love and Johnson’s Baby
Powder.
I remember the joy of touching
All the softness her tiny
Body contained. My baby:
So delicate, like the petals
Of a newly opened rose;
Hair like dandelion seeds
Floating through my fingers.
I remember the joy of holding
All the warmth her tiny
Body generated. My baby:
Cozy and cuddly, snuggled
Next to my heart, trusting
Me to keep her safe.
I remember my passion for her
Feeling so much grander
Than life. My baby:
She has blessed my life
By being a part of me
By letting me be
Momma.
I have never had a child but get that feeling when I hold a baby when I babysit. I was meant to be a mother but cannot. Life goes on though. Beautiful write!
:) Ah, Ley, how sweetly apropo this piece is, for parents... I composed a work for my grandparents, from some precious pictures, that I didn't post at PP, because the pictures are the piece. I'ld love for you to read it, "Ashes Newborn Life". These pictures have been on my fridge 12 and 8 years, respectively... My tiny babies...are gone. That is where the movement of Time hits me most, anymore, in the time-line of my girls. :)
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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Motherhood is one of the most greatest feelings in this world.
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