A Precious Gift
My baby was born with beautiful
dimples and a lovely smile.
The nurse's adored her, "Can we
hold her for a little while?"
I remember when I held you
for the first time, close to me.
Your sleepy little yawns were
miracles to see.
Your life was so precious as I
looked into your innocent brown
eyes.
You gave me a wink followed by
a yawning sigh.
You moved your little fingers and
twitched your little nose.
MY emotions you created in me,
were of tears, love, and joy.
Your little giggles and smiley
stare.
Were magical moments that you
and daddy shared.
I put my pinky finger in your soft
little hand.
You squeezed it gently, and our
loving bond began.
I sang you a sweet soft Lullaby.
You yawned one more time, and
gently closed your eyes.
A precious gift was given to me
that night.
As I watched you, loving you,
till morning light.
Michael Tor 12/16/2015 Your Best Old Poem Updated Judy Konos Contest
Copyright © Michael Tor | Year Posted 2015
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