There once was a baby boy.
Who was the biggest joy.
His name was Ewan.
They thought by his size, he was a ruin.
But even as ab aby he knew better.
This beautiful baby Ewan, soon got a magical letter.
When the little baby opened this special letter,
He was splashed with magical pixie dust.
The next day his mother holds him when he wakes,
And the doctors say that hearts should have no more aches.
The family, with tears in their eyes, look to the heavens above.
They have never felt so together, for just one love.
They thank the lord and go on their way.
Never forgetting the magic that went on that day.
Good Luck Ewan.
A contest entry
- Baby Ewan by Princess Perdue.
1200 points, ended January 16, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you very much for your lovely entry into my contest.
Shaz xx
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