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Mama

Frustrating to think…
To wait…
To dream…
Anticipating one little sound
A squeak, a groan, a hiccup
A snore, a giggle, a snort
Tiny plump fingers
Grip on tightly, little toes
Big yawn from a tiny mouth
All I see is pink tongue and gums
What will your voice sound like?
Will my heart melt?
When you say
Mama

Author notes

Mine is now nineteen months and won't or can't stop talking  But she just started saying mama.  It's beautiful.  It is a treasure...and I can't wait for you to hear it from yours.  Good luck on writing, parenting and everything you do in this awe-inspiring world.
Written April 12th, 2006

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  • chinmay
    August 4

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    Very well written capturing the eager mood.

    Mine is now nineteen years! Still you have been able to weave the magic of those moments that are just out of sight but never, really have gone by. Thanks for this lovely piece of emotional bouquet.


  • Violet Moodswing Greeters member
    July 22

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    I think you truly capture a very special moment. Funny how such little things can mean the world. It seems that approaching the topic from the anticipation of the happening rather than the happening itself intensifies the effect. Glad I got to read it.


  • kimmybee
    April 15, 2006
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    yes and it never stops melting! sometimes so hot it hurts, I wander the same thing about my third who is just talking. I love it. His cute little voice. very well written.

  • annwilliams
    April 13, 2006
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    Good poem Syren! I havent ever had kids, but I raised my nephew for the first 2 years of his life, and there was nothing more important to me then those little words coming out of his mouth "Auntie Ann" He almost 5 now, and my heart melts still everytime I hear those words all scrambled coming out of his mouth. Kids are so precious. I hope your little one says Momma quickly. You're missing out on a lot!

    Ann


  • April 13, 2006
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    This is a beautiful little poem I cannot yet comprehend all the tiny wonders that having a child brings, but you have highlighted so perfectly one of them... Thankyou very much for your entry and good luck I wish you and your child all the best
    Take care...
    ~Ash~

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