Thursday, 19 August 2010

Oh little one.

curling toes and running nose,
our future heir no breath yet knows,
in dreams with seams you appear,
milky soft delectable baby of mine,
I look forward through time and see my love of you.

Already nuture and savour your soul,
in my heart you are welded within our family mould,
your wonder so special, such honor to me,
we made you from love, we await eagerly,
to smell you, to hold you, to just watch you breath.

Oh little one, little one of mine,
small legs kicking out, tiny fingers wrapped around mine,
deep wonderous eyes remembering how,
when at last you are born, to shared moments of now.

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