Thank you flower for my baby's smile,
the coos, giggles, and full belly laugh--
Her little hands eagerly learning to clap.
The excited kicking of her feet and
arching of her back have pushed her to
the edge with wide eyed focus on this
moment of enjoyment. Where will the
seeds within your rosed hips land?
Whose baby will light up in exuberance?
Augustus / Seasons Hospice, Houston, TX / June 2017
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2017 12:21
- Comment from author about the poem: The sheer delight and exuberance of a baby is a sight to behold. The word "rosed" used with poetic license.
- Category: Family
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Comments5
Suffer the children to come to me .
Not often but often enough I see children and babies with loving nurturing parents.
Babies are my favorite people in the world. I miss my volunteering in the NICU ward. Sweet poem, Augustus!
They're awesome. Thanks.
Ah babies and children and I just melt - sad reflection on the world these days but I feel uncomfortable even smiling at a little one unless I know the parents, and yes - it's okay to say 'rosed' in fact I might use it myself sometime.
I understand. Like you are a pervert. The world needs to chill
Really sweet poem
Thanks.
Babies are wonderful and so innocent, I hope the world they grow up in will become a better place. Good write.
I actually know people who are not having children for that reason. Thanks.
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