As I held the little bundle in my arms,
I was instantly beguiled by her charms.
Never ever holding a babe before,
I really couldn't imagine what it held in store.
As eyes barely focused gazed up at me,
I thought this is what contentment must be.
As her little voice made gurgles and coos,
I wondered how I had the right to choose.
Some times playful and other times crying,
I never despaired I kept on trying.
Being a young mother was hard to start,
but once it began a glow suffused my heart.
As my feelings for my newborn babe grew,
I knew she would be mine my whole life through.
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Author:
goseejo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had just been elected Student Body President for my upcoming Senior year in a Catholic Girls high school. It was July 1, 1975. I had just turned 17, had the tiger by the tail, getting great grades and looking forward to my adventures in the future when I found out I was 6 months pregnant. At that moment my whole life changed. I married her father (the boyfriend I dated since 14 and stay married to for nearly 18 years). I actually wrote this 10 years later. My daughter Jennifer is now 40 and I couldn't be prouder of how she turned out. This was the first of many poems I wrote, but this is my favorite. I recently lost my Mother to Alzheimer and I recite this poem to keep my brain AND memory engaged.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
so wondrous as you create the image of a new mother and her child- I got shivers- awe-inspiring poem!!
Awesome Awesome Awesome write
What a precious ode to your daughter - if she read it I'm sure it would bring a tear to her eye! Please keep writing, whatever your reasons, the message you tell here is beautiful. Xx
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