The Joys and Tears of Being An Expectant Parent

I had the joy when I was younger

Of seeing my three baby daughters born, 

The first in the summer of 1985

It made me go weak at the knees, 

It was the most awesome thing that I had ever seen

The miracle of birth, is a precious event

And watching and helping them grow

Was the best experience I've ever had, 

The most fun times and exasperating yes.

Then some years later in 2010

In a new life and love

I was expecting another daughter again

And that was magical too

But in the hours during labour she lost her fight

And without warning out went her light, 

It tore us apart

And broke our hearts and every time I shut my eyes

I am back in the room and I am holding her in my arms, 

So precious and beautiful only lacking one thing, 

That thing called breath.

After a time, about a year, we tried again and now I have a son

And he is amazing in everyway, he makes me laugh

And drives me around the bend

But I know he's another miracle in the end. 

And each day is different and challenging

But I would never give up on him for anything.

08/07/2018
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Man Avatar
July 8, 2018 at 12:55 PM
FW.. I really enjoyed reading your poetry today. Thank you so much for posting your creative write!
Wade Avatar
July 8, 2018 at 2:18 PM
Thank you very much for taking the time to read and appreciate
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July 8, 2018 at 3:15 AM
A tender poem with every kind of feeling. So glad you have your little one.
Wade Avatar
July 8, 2018 at 4:27 AM
Thank you very much for your kind words and for reading and appreciating
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