Minature fingers
in beauty's design
to wrap,
wrap,
wrap
around mine.
P i t t e r - p a t, p i t t e r - p a t
across mommy's floors
which crouch at your feet
with adoration of lords.
Oh, Little sweet giggles
radiates through the rooms.
I'm laughing right after
in this moment consumed.
Eyes bright as fireflies
on country roads at night,
too fast for my hands,
We smile in delight...
And soon I catch you
You squeal as we blur-
I wrap you in my arms,
while you wrap me in yours'.
We spin for some time,
round and round, dancing doll
a mother... a daughter
in a moment
we hold all.
Author notes
I have two daughters. Alicen is my 5 year old and Abigail is my 1 year old. They are my beautiful gifts God gave me. Nothing is more angelic than a child.
A contest entry
- Daughters (and sons) by SerenityNChains.
450 points, ended September 6, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautiful, indeed
Jolly good! -
This is so lovely, as a mom to five I know these moments well. Hold on to these memories for soon they will be grown, and leave the nest, but never your heart. This is a wonderful poem, and a fantastic entry. Thank you so much.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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Hi, Aphrodites Token
Thank you so much for commented on this write. I cherish the views of other mothers as they read this. I have one on the way and am very emotional right now. Being pregnant always seems to do that to me. I get teary-eyed to think about my girls leaving the nest, but if they fly off I hope they fly high. Thanks again, poet. Pen on.
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Beautiful poem. I really, truly enjoyed reading this. You can tell this was written by someone who loves their child(ren) and appreciates even the smallest details of the joy they bring.
Two editorial type things:
The second to last stanza should read "squeal" rather than squeel, and "wrap" would be the appropriate use in that same stanza rather than "rap".
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Hi, Guttermouth
Thanks for commenting on my poem and helping me out. I really don't know what happened in that stanza with the typos... guess it was too early in the morning. I Appreciate you. Pen on, poet.
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