Babys First Breath

Down, down, down she came Into her mother’s waiting womb; From out of the dark-bright sky above, knowing Intrinsically what to do. Find her place, find her place, retrace Her steps once more; Down from the blue and black into Another life of rich or poor. Earth bound, earth bound, Beautifully bound like bows; Wrapped in swaddling gossamer gowns Where’s she’s been, nobody knows. Up until now, up until now, up until Baby’s first breath; Smiling sweetly, knowing completely It’s time to wake up, sleep And forget.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Wesley Avatar
June 27, 2012 at 8:42 AM
So glad I found one I hadn't read Terry. The miracle of birth is an amazizng moment for a woman to experience and for a man to be able to depict it so beautifully makes me wonder if you saw it also. Just great!
Mohammed Avatar
April 16, 2012 at 6:49 AM
It's still lovely with each read Terrell!! Thanks again... Love Diana
Martin Avatar
April 16, 2012 at 12:50 PM
Welcome back and thanks again. So glad it made such a positive impression.
Bauer Avatar
April 15, 2012 at 3:25 PM
this is just lovely!
Martin Avatar
April 16, 2012 at 12:29 PM
Thanks so much Ilene - very much appreciate you dropping by:)
Mohammed Avatar
April 15, 2012 at 12:46 PM
I love this breathtaking moving depiction of this beautiful moment... Thank you for sharing Terrell and God bless you... Love Diana
Martin Avatar
April 16, 2012 at 12:27 PM
Thanks so much D - so glad U enjoyed:)
Rhinem Avatar
April 15, 2012 at 12:41 PM
....That Would Be, A Tear From My Humble Eyes Fell, As I Thought Of * THE BEAUTY OF my BEAUTIFUL FATHER IN HEAVEN * And, This Precious Baby Girl ˜
Rhinem Avatar
April 15, 2012 at 12:34 PM
Smile ˜ Very Intriguing Terrell ˜ I Am One Whom Believes In Many Amazing Things Being Possible * Definitely I Know Not Much Compared To What There Is To Know; A Grain Of Sand ˜ Smile, But I Know Enough, For Now * This Made Me Think Of Story I Read The Other Day About A Baby Girl Somewhere In Europe I Believe, Whom Was Pronounced As A Still Born & Placed In A Tiny Casket ˜ Twelve Hours Laterr As The Mother & Father Came To Bid Her Priceless Precious Heart Farewell, She Shivered ˜ Tis When My Eyes Grew Misty & As Now A Tear Fell From * THE BEAUTY OF MY HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL LOVING FATHER * My Love Always, John!:) ˜
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