Just when I'm sitting in my personal thoughts,
Pondering on those things that come to mind,
I find that I drift upon your little face and wonder,
How are you doing,
Are you thinking about me or just getting through the day,
Are you busy being sponge like,
Soaking up information,
Colors and schemes
pictures and dreams
people's faces
are you in a daze or are you sleeping
Growing, building your immunity, forming a little personalty
Removed from mine,
you are so loved
so dear, a treasure, I cry for, I'd die for
i hope you are happy and free and not melancholic like mommy.
Author notes
About my little baby. Dripping with sentiment, not my best work.
Please tell me what you think
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Hey
A very charming poem. I have two kids but they are growing up fast, they are 10 and 15 now. But I still see them as little children and that bothers them a lot.
Nice read adorasmum
Bill
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