My Child
From the moment of conception I carried you inside, Never quite believing This gift that I’d call mine.
No feelings of the sickness that mornings, others felt I’ll thank heavens above, that card was never dealt.
Weeks they passed without event, I never even knew, that all the while inside of me, was growing the little you.
First flutters that I felt stirred emotions deep within, was there really something there, or just a wild imagining ?
To term I should’ve have carried you, But afoot were other plans, so I held you sooner, within my loving hands.
Could the cause of it have been, whilst in the seventh month, tripping down a flight of steps, I landed with a thump.
You didn’t want to tarry there, and you’d no longer sleep, so in the eighth month, you came the world to greet.
A perfect little boy, and a little button nose five pounds forty five, I was blessed to have and hold.
Though years have passed and you have grown No more the babe you used to be, I thank God for every moment,
this Gift,
“My Child”
he gave to me.
© Elga B August 2004 – All Rights Reserved. |
Beautiful, cherished words and art. Your love shines :)!
Thanks for your review too.
:)Sandy
o, this is GORGEOUS!!!!!! perfectly penned and so sentimental--you've touched many heartstrings with this beauty--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
so overwhelming and loving
and those little feet....
beauty of a poem! You captured the intense awe
and pleasure beautifully!I felt this way with my
sons too!;-)
LP
Love Tinka
This is absolutely beautiful!!! ...Such a very deep expression of a mother's love for her child! So tender and touching! As a mother, I can relate to the joy of carrying a baby, giving birth, and raising children ...Truly a gift from God, which I am thankful for every moment also! Thanks for reminding us how precious our children are! Thanks also for sharing your wonderful gift of your superb writes, Dear Poet!
Cynthia