My mother always told me,
That I would never know real love,
Until that time that I was blessed,
With a child sent from up above.
The moment that I saw him,
It was the purest thing,
My mum was right,
This tiny being had made my whole heart sing.
So perfect and so helpless,
Such a bundle full of joy,
Its true, a Mother's Love is the deepest love
I cherish my baby boy.
Its only now that i'm a Mother,
I can understand ,
The love my Mother has for me,
Whilst I hold that tiny hand.
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Author:
MrsBeaver (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2018 02:52
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BEAUTIFUL MRS B ! I love it and I love the texture and scent of newborns ! I'm not even a DAD yet and I know I will never be a MUM ! If (and when) I'm reincarnated I've ticked the BOX HUMAN ~ FEMALE just so I too can experience the infinite & unique JOY you describe ! I guess it makes 9 months of (hard) labour all worthwhile ! Yours BRIAN
This is simply beautiful
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