My World, My Girls
The tiny one all covered in red,
I was the first to touch her head.
To me I thought there was no other.
Then I looked up and saw her mother.
As I looked into my daughters' eyes
I knew this kind of love never dies.
I wanted so to take away her pain.
Tears fell from her eyes like morning rain.
I remembered counting
from one to ten.
And here it was happening
all over again.
Ten tiny fingers,
ten tiny toes,
and on that face
was a perfect little nose.
A work of perfection
was that little girl,
and just like her mother,
she would end up "my world".
Her mother eventually forgot
all the pain.
But a few years later
she did it all again.
Another little being,
brought into this world.
Another perfect angel
that I'll call "my girl".
Copyright: November 27, 2005
Copyright © Cheryl Ann Ross | Year Posted 2006
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