Baby Mum Poems

This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my...

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Mummaa,
What's Love?
Wait, Wait,
Is it the one, I see in Your Eye!
I feel it,
When you sing to me Lullaby.

Mumma,
What it means to Cry?
I miss you, when...

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I always prayed for a baby girl before
Asked god for nothing more
She brought so much happiness in our lives
Academics being the only thing, where she...

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Ongoing 
The pretty lady screams
KILL ME NOW!!!
Putin’s bombs just murdered her baby
What life will the young mum have now?
In a shattered country war death hate...

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The look, the laugh, and the loves of a coming baby,
None ever foretells: not dad, not mum, not the world.
But its manners--now that's never a...

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A raw poem. Whoever would like to rearrange, reorganize it has the right. I'd like to thank them all. I promise I will never make...

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With her very shapely thighs
And her nice firm bum
I can’t keep my eyes
Off my best mate’s mum
We could have fallen out
But we’re getting on fine...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Somewhere in the air 
Came a physical challenge for a wedded pair 
“You on the ground 
Commuting into town 
Pick up the pace 
Soon you...

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Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable 
Challenge for enamoured to create...

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DEAR MAMA

We've come to tell you that we never forgot. 
Yeah, ..  We never forgot you. 
In all you went through 
Trying to be...

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You Left Me (Mum)

Did you not care

That you just left me there

Not wondering why I was scared

As you walked back down the stair

How can a...

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poor frazzled mum craves sleep
but prepares babe’s night time bottles
as his tiny clothes tumble dry
she’s exhausted ... meanwhile
her newborn sleeps like a baby

Writing Challenge 2,...

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Our First Baby

I look in the mirror, who have I become?
The woman I was, shall soon be a Mum.
My figure so round, so awkward, deprived,
But...

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her innocence gone
pink panties fell to the ground
virginity lost


7/20/18...

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