Friday, May 13, 2011

For Mini-Him's baby days

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Petal soft petal bright
Satin skin shining might
Black currant eyes alight
Long lashes guiding sight

Chubby arms stretched out
Pick me up said the pout
Busy? What's that about?
Choose me without a doubt!



Pick him up I do
Marveling at the hue
Hair silky black blue
This is love so true

Scent so clean and pure
Love so right and sure
Baby, in my heart endure
Have my love f'rever secure!


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4 comments:

  1. Oh, how I miss those days in so many ways! My girls are old enough now that some days I think, "Pick me." I would never tell them that, as they need to explore and learn by being away from me sometimes. What a great poem!

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  2. LOL! I'm there too! It's exactly as you say - when I say "pick me" from amongst the thousand things he "has to do this minute or else!" Thanks for the encouragement :-)

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  3. Beautiful poem... read a few times... missing those days too...

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  4. Aww thankyou Pascale! I got around to seriously missing those days after that mother's day conversation on Blogfrog. That's when I wrote this.

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