Sweetness

thatsilentgirl

Sweetness.

You're big brown eyes,

So shiny,

You're soft warm body, 

So tiny,

You're skin softer than anything, 

You were hiding with an angel wing,

You're lips curved into a small smile,

Haven't seen one this genuine in a while.

You're so young,

But seems so bold,

You're so smart,

Even though You're only six months old.

Youre new ,

You're free, 

And I can see,

That you have great possibilities, 

No knowledge of the world at all, 

Not even a guess,

It doesn't matter to you,

Couldn't care less.

She walked over to me,

And placed you In my arms, 

Can you trust me?

I never before held a baby, 

But once she did,

And you looked into my eyes, 

My heart completely melted, 

And then I realized, 

How precious it is, 

To hold the future in my hands, 

Will you later be a hero?

Or travel to many lands? 

You could be the best,

You might be the greatest, 

But now you're just a baby, 

Covered in sweetness.

  • Author: F. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2016 08:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: I recently held a baby for the first time in my life. I never realized how delicate and touching the moment would actually be.
  • Category: Children
  • Views: 19
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Comments2

  • willyweed

    yes to bad we can't stay that way innocent/without bias great poem you pen! ww

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks TSG ~ Wonderful experience ~ beautiful poem ! I love Babies too and love your description ~ "Covered in sweetness " Also I love the way you foresaw the future in that tiny "bundle of joy" in your arms. Just imagine what it must be lik to be a Mum or (for me) a Dad ! The potential in each neonate is infinite another MOZART or another MARIE CURIE ~ who knows. This is why abortion or the killing of a Child (at any age) is so so horrendous ! Thanks for sharing and caring ~ BRIAN

    • thatsilentgirl

      Thank you! I always imagine what its like to be a mom, but of corse I probably won't be until another ten years so. Lol



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