I'm not the beautiful one
I breath in misery
and exhale pure desperation
I lay my two beauties down to sleep
So innocent, so pure
I've never been the beautiful one
so how am I blessed with such grace?
I watch them inhale, exhale love
Where did they come from?
because my flaws can't produce perfection
They are my angels with invisible wings
so alive, so joyful and untainted
How can they be mine?
I'm falling; I'm not the beautiful one
I'm a dying star, and they are the rising sun.
Author notes
About my two daughters- Evelyn Rayne Fleigle, age 1 and 1/2 years; Sophia Stephanie Rose Koland, age 2 and 1/2 months
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When you have 2 beautiful angels, everything about you both inside
and outside is beautiful too
Treasure your children for they teach
you about the world through their eyes...a heartfelt write.
Thank you also for the comment..take care
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Beautiful, honestly. And im sure your beautiful! If you care for your children and write such beautiful poems about them and other things.. You are a beautiful person, no doubt!
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