Close your tired eyes,
Listen as mommy's words fly by.
A soft smile on an angelic face,
You're her saving grace.
A tiny miricle,
A bundle of joy to come,
Your future is bright and clear,
As you make your Daddy's heart come undone.
Dancing teddie bears,
And gentle words you hear.
A miniture princess,
Your parents must confess.
You're thier hope,
Their Joy,
Their miricle.
And your future is unbelivable.
So close those tiny eyes,
As they watch the days go by.
Author notes
This is dedicated to my GodDaughter Rose and my Sister/Bestfriend/Her mommy Ashley
A contest entry
- lullaby's and goodnight by solitarytear.
475 points, ended July 25, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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cool
I know what you mean. I feel the joy coming of the pain.
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Aww... this is how I felt when my daughter was born. This is great imagery in this,. Babies are wonderful. My daughter is grown up now but I have a 1 year old granddaughter to spoil. I loved this!
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Lovely write here
In a world of uncertainty I pray for the children and for the people about those children to make this world a safer place for them all . I believe a chiilds safety is within all of our hands to see they are protected and loved . For I would give my life to see a child safe from harm any day of the year
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